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  1. Version

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    Shouta Oone was feeling that his daily school life had become dull. In the midst of his boredom, he coincidentally ends up learning the outrageous secret of his classmate, Ichigo Otohime! This is a bittersweet youth story, adorned with a secret that mustn't be leaked! This series is still being worked on and there is about 2 chapters released each month. I will be adding new chapters as they are released so be sure to follow the file. Update: Chapter 15 was added Oct 29 2017

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  2. Yo! Bet you guys forgot about me for a bit, right? It's been a while since I last posted anything on this site, that much is for sure. I decided that rather than putting all the content warnings in this opening author note, it might be better to make them all tags instead. As you can see, though, that got out of hand prety quickly... there's fifrteen of those fuckers because of it, and that's just all the basic stuff - it doesn't cover any of the other pairings which will take place should this story last long enough. And to top it all off, all I have to show for it so far is a complete list of eye powers on Deviant Art and a really short prologue... but I should have more sometime soon. I'm slowly removing the roadblocks which have prevented me from writing recently, one at a time. Anyway, without further ado, go ahead and read the prologue! Breaking the Cycle Prologue: That Which Cannot Be Replaced “Big sis! Our clan is being attacked! We’re being wiped out one after another!” The sound of metal seamlessly slicing through wood rang through the summer air as the double-edged katana in my right hand cleaved one of the solid wood targets set up in the Takamachi clan’s courtyard in two. The top half slid down the diagonal cut until it fell to the ground with a loud thud, the noise briefly drowning out the constant harmonious song of the cicadas in the trees which made up the area’s perimeter. “They just killed Mom!” “They killed Mom?! How did they even— no, it doesn’t matter! Take me to them right now! I’ll crush them all before they even notice I’m there!” The memories burned into my brain gave me strength as I reversed the blade’s direction to make a second horizontal slice through the target made out of a section of thick tree trunk. My blade cut through it so swiftly that the top section which got severed didn’t move even a centimeter, but instead simply fell straight down into place so perfectly that it would be next to impossible for most people to even tell that there were two separate pieces. “Mom was killed in a one on one battle! The one who did it is too strong for even you to handle! Their partner is on his way here as we speak, and his energy is even bigger than the one who took mom out!” “I don’t care how strong they are! I can’t let them get away with—” “They’re after you, sis! Mom died trying to keep them from getting to you! If you let yourself get captured or killed, her death will have been in vain! You have to escape!” With a roundhouse kick too swift for the average person’s eyes to follow, my left foot sent the top piece of the trunk flying into one of the trees to my right, the impact causing the birds in that tree to fly away in terror. The tree itself cracked internally at the point of contact until the tree itself fell down into the courtyard, unable to support its own weight. Yui… I won’t let you end up like mom or the rest of our clan. I used the momentum of my kick to pivot on my other foot until I’d done a full rotation and once more stood facing what was left of my target. I jumped high into the air, easily eclipsing the height of the Takamachi clan’s two-floor complex until I could see the streets around it without any obstruction. As I began to descend, I swung the identical blade in my left hand downwards in a vertical arc with such force that I began to roll through the air like a swiftly spinning wheel of death. No matter what it takes… My left sword bisected the trunk cleanly in half from above so violently that both halves were forced backwards by the wind current that my overhead strike had generated. As my rotation came to a halt and my blade once again faced the sky, my feet landed in the spots where the two halves of my makeshift target were mere moments before, planted on either side of a gash in the earth beneath me created by the wind and my sword. No matter who I have to kill… I rushed forward, pivoting on the ground right as I got within striking distance of my next target: the tree in the center of the courtyard which towered over all of the trees along the perimeter. This tree was far thicker than all the others, to the point that cutting it down in a single slashing attack would be impossible. It struck me as quite the symbolic target, considering one of my opponents was strong enough to kill my mother, whom I’d never been able to defeat in a sparring match even once. No matter what kind of insurmountable obstacles stand in my way… As I spun around, my glossy black hair whipping around in the air and covering a lot of my gaze, I swung the sword in my right hand so close to the one in my left that my palms actually brushed against one another. My blade cut through a bit over a fourth of the trunk before me with ease. But before the gap my strike had created could even be narrowed a millimeter, my left sword passed through it fully extended and charged with electrical energy which increased my range and cutting power, slicing through the other half of the trunk of the tree as if it were butter. As the tree I’d kicked part of my last target into did, this one began to fall inwards. Within a few seconds, it would fall onto me and crush me under its weight. Given that the energy which flowed throughout my body enhanced my body’s durability, this wouldn’t even be enough to break my bones, but if I just let it fall onto me, it would take out a not insignificant portion of the Takamachi clan’s complex with it. And it was quite possible that there were people in my friend’s clan in that part who would get killed as a result. I swear I’ll save you… But before it even dipped to a seventy degree angle with the ground, the manifestation of my energy, will and hatred materialized around me, stopping the tree in its tracks with its massive hands that only I could see. My blackish violet Divine Avatar gripped the tree and set it right back on its stump with such precision and gentleness that it did not fall again once it let go and the astral body dematerialized. Even if the price for doing so is my life itself. I sheathed my swords in their scabbards at my waist before placing my hands on the tree at the place where I’d cut it in two. I sent a portion of my energy into the tree, using it to make the stump and severed trunk slowly connect themselves back together. As I did, I remembered what my little sister said to me right before I made my escape that night one week prior. “You’re more important than the entire rest of our clan! You need to survive, even if no one else does! You’re the only one of us who can’t be replaced, sis!” Once I finished repairing the tree, I lowered my hands, beginning to walk off towards the exit to get a drink before coming out to train again. As I did, I began to reply to the what my younger sister had said to me. “That’s just it, Yui… to me, you’re the one thing that can’t be replaced. That’s why I’ll do everything in my power to save you, even if it costs me my own life as a result.” Because to me, your life is far more precious than my own. That’s what being your big sister means… I have to protect you at all costs, even if it means putting myself at risk. I didn’t have much time left before it’d be too late. Sooner rather than later, I knew I needed to start looking into the people who took her… but I needed to make sure I could beat them first. So for the time being, all I could do was train… and try to master as much of my newly unlocked power as possible. Because I knew that if I just charged in as I was now, there’d be no way in hell I’d stand even a ghost of a chance. Fun fact: this is one of the only installments in the entire first story arc that will be written from Kiriko's perspective. Most scenes will be written from perspectives of either observers of fights or the ones who will lose the fights in the chapter. Anyway, not really much to say about this. If you're interested in learning about the eye powers in this AU and who will get each of them, I'll direct you to this Deviant Art Journal which explains them all in great detail, save for the one which is intentionally not revealed for major spoiler reasons. Also, for those who read my other story, Asuna's Descent into Diaperhood, be advised that it will not be abandoned, nor will its sequel be... although my EoS story is in fact dead for now at the very least. Other than that, there's not really a lot to go over. See you in chapter one!
  3. Female Monday

    This story is meant as a continuation of my only other story which I wrote last year in July but forgot to continue, so if you want to hear the events leading up to this, search 'An Unexpected Visit' or my name 'Mr_Awesome' and you will find it. This story may seem very cliché because of the situations so I apologise if it isn't to the same standard as my last one. ~~~ Jesse woke up on Monday morning feeling pleasant. She remembered her encounter with John, a guy from school she had feelings for. She had shown up at his house on Friday with a desperation problem and it had all turned out for the better. Now she couldn't wait to see him at college. And thinking about college... Jesse picked up her alarm clock, looked at it and practically threw it at the wall as she realised she was going to be late. If she was late she wouldn't be there for her register class and if she wasn't there, she wouldn't get to see John until Maths at the end of the day. She threw on her clothes and was gone in minutes. The bus journey was a pain as she realised she had forgotten to make her daily bathroom visit before leaving her place. This bothered her and she knew she would either have to go and wait to see John, or rush to register class to see him and have to hold it for a couple of hours. Holding it is. She made her way to class and when she got there she froze in her tracks upon seeing John sit at his usual place. She had initially planned to speak to him but now the moment had arrived, she couldn't help but back out. She sat down at her designated desk. --- 3:45 PM, Maths Class --- Jesse is sat down with her hands awkwardly positioned near her crotch. She knew she couldn't hold herself for fear of embarrassment but having her hands close to there gave her reassurance. John walked in the door. She stared but luckily he didn't notice. The sight made her relax for a moment and a squirt of pee made its way out. She panicked and squeezed herself. She regained control easily but she knew it wouldn't be easy after a while. Everyone else sat down on the teacher's request. Her teacher was quite old so therefore they could get away with most things like passing notes and talking. However they would never be allowed to leave for the bathroom. "College is a grown up place, meant for young adults. Which means no bathroom breaks." She had grown tired of hearing this and many had wet themselves on the classroom. It usually only resulted in the person being told off and sent home. The lesson started and the only thing keeping Jesse from making a huge puddle in her chair was John. What had happened on Friday was good, but she would prefer not to have an accident accompanying every sexual interaction between her and the one she wanted so much to have a relationship with. The lesson was half way through when she got an idea. She got a piece of her pink printed paper from her notebook and scribbled down some words. "I have to pee :(" John sat only a few desks away so she got the note to him easily. She looked at him as he read the note and his expression turned into shock and then a smile. He shuffled awkwardly. The note had awoken his mind a bit, resulting in unwanted bodily reactions. He looked in her direction and she's looked back, finally pressing ether hand into her crotch to stop herself from making a mess and to keep John's interest. The note arrived back at her desk. ":)" She smirked and accidentally let out another little spurt of pee. She was wearing back leggings as she normally did and so she wasn't too worried about stains but if she didn't manage to hold it in until the end of the lesson, whether she had wet spots or not wouldn't matter. The note conversation between Jesse and John continued for quite a while. John knew of her growing desperation, and Jesse knew about his arousal. She knew she couldn't hold it much longer. "I barely have a few minutes left. This is so embarrassing...." "I can imagine Jesse, but I'm sure you can hold on a little longer" His note reached her and she tuned around, slowly shaking her head. He wondered why until he heard the hissing coming from her direction. She tried to stop it by pushing her hand as far into her crotch as possible but it didn't help. She started to cry. All eyes were on her and the pee was spurting out of her, flowing over the edge of the chair and splattering onto the floor. She got up and left with her head hanging in shame. A few could be heard smirking to themselves but Jesse didn't take notice as she rushed out of the door. John followed her, despite the teacher trying to stop him. He chased her down the corridor until she slowed to a stop and he took her in his arms. "It's okay Jesse. You don't have to be embarrassed. You can come to my house again and ill wash your clothes." "Thank you so much John. How can I repay you?" "You don't have to." And with that, he kissed her again. They left for his house but when they got there, they did more than just wash her clothes. ~~~ Ok that definitely wasn't as good as my last story but I hope some people enjoy it anyway. My girlfriend helped a bit with this story as well so I just thought I might point that out. Thanks for reading!
  4. What is your idea of romantic?

    So I am sure there are plenty of girls here and guys who either are married, dating or single. What have you always seen as a romantic gesture? Is there a level for certain things? I currently have my significant other and we are two goofballs who love video games and talking about shit that pisses us off that others would get offended by. We are a long distance couple but we know the number of miles doesn't control how we love. We have talked about our first real date and how we are probably gonna go to mcdonalds and then chilling out and watching YouTube while eating more junk. To me, I dont need to be taken out to a five star restaurant as a first day to be shown that im loved. Im the old fashion type, so the smallest things will be romantic to me. Do you feel the same?
  5. the shield Dirty Shield Brothers

    Okay, guys, doing it right this time, putting the whole thing in one thread. Sorry for doing it haphazardly in the past. About: This is another WWE fan fiction story. It is slash, and features watersports on all levels, sex, and some BDSM. Not safe for work. Contains vulgar language and some light drug use. Still ongoing/incomplete. Summary: Seth Rollins recovers from surgery with the help of his lover, Dean Ambrose. His other former Shield brother, Roman Reigns, also comes to visit. But, Dean and Roman can't stay, the show must go on. While they travel together, Seth is left behind, but the Authority sends their ailing pet a "gift" in the form of a houseboy. Submissive Seth has to learn how to become dominant. Chapter 1 – Seth's Knee Surgery Seth awoke for the first time he could remember after the surgery. He had to piss so terribly he thought he was going to wet the bed. It was even worse than the awful pain coming from his repaired right knee. He was also nauseated, yet thirsty, like he had the flu. He honestly felt like he might throw up, and moaned. “Hey, you're awake!” Dean's voice said, brightly, and he sprang out of a chair Seth hadn't yet noticed. “How are you feeling? Can I get you anything?” “Trash can, I think I'm going to be sick.” Dean got the trash can there just as Seth began to retch and dry-heave, but that's all it was. Dean was alarmed. “I'll call a nurse.” He pressed Seth's call button, and did his best to comfort his lover, who felt cool and clammy. He stroked Seth's hair and rubbed the back of his neck. Very soon a young, sandy-haired male nurse appeared, smiling kindly. “Good afternoon, Mr. Rollins. I'm Matt, your evening nurse. How are you feeling?” Seth felt so awful he couldn't do anything but shake his head. Dean had to speak for him. “He's really feeling sick to his stomach, and feels cold and clammy. He tried throwing up, but nothing came up, since he hasn't had anything since last night.” Matt nodded. “Very common way to feel after surgery. A lot of stress on the body, a lot of drugs and anesthesia. I'll get you something for the nausea. Are you having any pain?” Seth nodded, and cleared his throat. “Yes. It hurts worse now than it did before. I don't think I've ever felt worse overall. On top of what he said, I feel weak, tired, thirsty, and I really need to, um, drain off.” Matt lifted the blankets near the end of Seth's bed. “I'll take your catheter out and get you a urinal right away.” “I'll step out for a bit,” Dean said, and squeezed Seth's hand affectionately before leaving. Matt pulled the curtain around Seth's bed. “I'm not going to lie to you and tell you this won't hurt at all, but it won't hurt nearly as much as you think. Just try to relax, and take deep breaths.” Seth tried to follow the nurse's advice, but it still burned when Matt pulled the plumbing from his cock, and helpless tears sprang to his eyes. “It's okay, it's out now. I'll go and get your meds and and some water so you can have some privacy.” Matt positioned a urinal for Seth, who exploded before his nurse could even turn away. As soon as that discomfort was taken care of, the pain in his knee grew exponentially, and he began to cry like he was six years old again. Matt reappeared, took the urinal away, and handed Seth a box of Kleenex. “Is it the pain?” Seth nodded and wiped his eyes. “As soon as I get your vitals, I'll give you something for the pain,” Matt assured him. Seth continued to sniffle while Matt took his temperature, blood pressure, and looked at the monitor and IV lines. Then, he cleaned off a port in the IV line with an alcohol swab, and gave him two injections through it. “You should be feeling a lot better in a few minutes, Mr. Rollins.” Seth wiped away the last of his tears, and blew his nose. “Thank you. And, call me Seth.” “Okay, Seth. Did you want a wet cloth for your face?” “Yes...That would feel nice.” He took a sip of the water Matt had brought, and it didn't unsettle his stomach. His parched mouth chanted relief. Matt brought him a cool, wet, washcloth from the private bathroom, then busied himself in a computer, putting notes in Seth's chart. Seth washed his face, then folded the cloth over his eyes. He looked horrible when he cried, and he didn't want Dean to know. He wondered how long Dean had been here; Seth had made it known to his friends and coworkers that he didn't want any visitors, so he hadn't expected to find his lover beside him. But, Seth was really happy he did. When the nurse was satisfied Seth was feeling somewhat better, he left, and Dean reappeared, pushing a cart laden with flowers, balloons, and gifts. “Lots of well-wishers, Seth. I already weeded out the fan stuff and had it sent on to the children's hospital.” “Thank you.” Seth smiled, feeling fuzzy from the drugs, and Dean. Dean gave him a hug. When he pulled away, Seth thought he saw tears in his lover's eyes, happy tears. He turned his attention back to Seth's get well gifts. “Just look at all this stuff! I don't know where to start.” “The flowers,” Seth suggested. “Because nothing says 'get well soon' like a dead flower.” “Oh, babe, have a heart!” Dean chided playfully. He picked up an arrangement and read the card. “This is from Mark Henry.” Before Seth could reply, there was a knock on his door, and Dr. Shu, his surgeon, came in. Dean excused himself again. Seth hoped he wouldn't come back with yet another cart full of gifts. Dr. Shu told Seth his surgery had gone very well, and he would be using crutches first thing tomorrow, and that he would have been using them tonight if he hadn't had a shot of morphine. Right then, walking on crutches didn't even seem like a remote possibility to Seth. After Dr. Shu left, Matt came in with an in-room dining menu. “You can order your dinner from here by calling the number on the front, or your friend can bring you whatever you'd like from the outside.” Seth thanked him, and Dean came back as Seth was looking at the menu. He knew he should eat, he hadn't since dinner last night, but he wasn't hungry. “Did you want me to get you some takeout?” Dean asked, and sat down in the chair beside Seth's bed. “I'm not hungry.” Seth set the menu on his table. “You need to eat something, though. Dude wouldn't have brought that to you if they didn't want you to eat something.” “True,” Seth sighed. He tried picking the menu back up, but drugged, he could not. Dean picked it up instead. “Wow, they've got practically everything!” What are you in the mood for? If it's not on here, I'll go get it.” “No, honey, you don't have to do that. I just want something small.” “Soup and a sandwich?” Dean asked. “Yeah, that sounds good. Tomato and grilled cheese.” Dean searched the menu. “They've got it!” He exclaimed triumphantly. “Comfort food. I'll get the same.” “Will you call the number on the front?” Seth asked. “My brain isn't...” “I've got it handled.” Dean picked up the room phone. He ordered their trays, adding milk, coffee, and chocolate cake to the agreed upon tomato soup and grilled cheese, but Seth didn't object, it sounded good. “They should be up in forty-five minutes or less,” Dean told him, after hanging up the phone. “I hope it's less,” Seth said. “I wasn't hungry before, but now I'm so hungry I feel sick all over again.” Dean jumped up and went to the cart of gifts. “There's food in here. Lots of candy, a tin of giant cashews from...Neville...Team Bella sent you four gourmet cupcakes...And Roman sent you this ridiculous chicken-shaped mug, and good old Mrs. Grass.” Seth giggled at the ugly mug. “Let's try the cashews.” Dean opened the decorative tin, and plastic bag within, and extended the tin to Seth while munching one. “These are awesome!” Doped-up Seth nearly upset the tin, so Dean fed him one. As Dean had said, it was awesome. Dean continued to feed him, and Seth started to feel better than he had all day. He caught Dean's hand and kissed the salt and oil from his fingers. “Thank you, honey. I know I said I didn't want anyone here, but I'm really, really happy you're here. I don't know what I'd do if you weren't here.” Dean snugged and kissed him. “I'll always be here for you. Do you want some more water?” Seth nodded, and Dean handed him the styrofoam cup. “Thank you.” “Want to look at more gifts?” “No, actually.” “How about a social media update? I did call the boss, let him know your surgery went well, so I'm sure WWE will issue a statement, but you should really do a tweet or something.” “Yeah, I guess I kind of have to. Can you help me?” “Of course.” Just as Dean finished posting updates as Seth, there was a knock at the door, and Matt came in with a young, plump, redheaded nurse's aide. Both of them were carrying dinner trays. “Soup's on, guys,” Matt said, and put Seth's tray on his bed table. “This is Rochelle, one of our certified nursing assistants.” Rochelle handed Dean his tray, and turned her attention to the patient. “Hi, Seth, I'll be your CNA until eleven tonight. Is there anything I can get for you right now?” “More water, please.” He also wanted to piss before dinner, but didn't want to tell her, or any other female for that matter. “Okay, I'll be right back,” Rochelle replied, and left. Matt began pulling the bed table across Seth's lap. “Wait.” Seth blushed. “I want to piss, I mean pee, first.” “I'll get your urinal.” “I'll be right back,” Dean said, and stepped out. Matt drew the curtain around Seth's bed again and handed Seth the necessary. Embarrassed, Seth slipped it under the covers. He found he couldn't piss, despite all of his efforts, his body just seemed to have forgotten how. “I can't go,” he admitted to Matt. “That happens sometimes with pain medication, especially morphine,” Matt explained. “Do you really need to go bad?” “Well, no, I'm just a little uncomfortable, nothing major.” “Okay. Why don't you have dinner, and some water, and I'll come check on you in an hour. Of course, if you need me before then, you can call me. Sound good?” “Yeah, that's cool. Um...what if I still can't go?” “Don't worry, I'm sure you'll be able to, once the morphine wears off. We'll give you a different pain medication next time.” “How long before it wears off?” “Hours yet, but with a full bladder you should be able to go before then,” Matt assured him as he pulled the bed table across Seth's legs. Rochelle reappeared with water and left with Matt. Dean came back in. “You okay?” “I couldn't piss.” Seth drank some water. “The nurse said it was because of the morphine, so they're going to change my pain meds, but I might not be able to piss until it wears off unless-” “Eat, sweetness,” Dean gently interrupted. “Oddly enough, this is really good! Hospital food has gotten a lot better since I was fifteen. That's the last time I was in a hospital.” Seth began to eat. “What for?” “BMX stunt gone wrong. I landed on my face, and my friend was filming it, so the whole thing was caught on tape. We tried to send it in to AFV, but they rejected it on the grounds that it was too gory. I won't go into detail, but I looked like I'd been hit by a bus.” “Damn,” Seth mused. He glanced at his IV drip of saline. It was dripping slowly. He sighed. Dean put down his sandwich and took Seth's hands instead. “What's wrong babe? Can I get you anything?” Seth shook his head. He felt so helpless, and hated himself for it. He wanted to cry again, and hated himself for that, too. Dean sensed his distress, and hugged him tight. Seth winced. “Oops, sorry. Forgot you needed to pee.” Dean loosened his hold. “No, I don't. I just want to, but I can't. I'm so...uncomfortable.” “Do you want me to get your nurse?” “No, honey, he said he'd come check on me in an hour. And, I probably won't even be able to piss then... Fuck, I hate this!” Dean rubbed his shoulders. “Shhh, sweetness. Just relax; stressing out will only slow your recovery.” “I feel like...like I've... Oh, I don't know... I was on top of the world. And I know I've only been here for a day, and I wrecked my knee only a few days a go, but it feels like forever... And the belt, the glory, the glamour, the acme all seems like it happened decades ago.” Seth had never felt more depressed. He slumped in bed. “And, a year's recovery! That may as well be forever!” “It's not a year, it's nine months, babe, tops. And, knowing you, you'll be back in the ring before then.” “Forever,” Seth repeated. “I can't believe this happened to me.” All Dean could do was hug and pat him. Roman, with his recent injury, surgery, and recovery would know best what to say, and Dean made a mental note to text him the next time he stepped out. “Let's focus on right now,” Dean tried, and handed Seth the box of Kleenex. Seth hadn't realized he was crying again until then. “Come on, lunch is getting cold,” Dean coaxed, and Seth resumed eating, feeling detached from himself, Dean his only port in the storm of negative emotions, a save haven, and Seth was so grateful Dean was at his side. That was love. When Matt came back, Seth was more than ready to piss. Dean excused himself again, already busy in his phone texting Roman for help. Despite having to piss so badly he was in pain, Seth was unable to, once again. Matt tried to help him by running water, putting his hands in warm water, and even pressing on his visibly bulging bladder, like his owners sometimes did, but nothing worked, and Seth was a mess of frustrated tears and angry curse words. Matt suggested a break, and there was a knock on the door. Matt went to answer it. “Do you want your friend to come in? He seems pretty concerned. And, he's brought coffee.” Seth nodded, and Matt waved Dean inside. Dean was carrying a drink tray with three large coffees in it. He handed one to Matt, put one on Seth's bed table, and kept the last for himself. “You should drink your coffee,” Dean told Seth. “It's the worst thing for your bladder; at least that's what I heard.” “You heard right,” Matt said. “Drink up, Seth.” Seth refused. “Hell no. I'm not putting any more piss in my bladder...Grrrr...I want the piss out NOW!” “Maybe another position might help. Let's get you sitting up, on the edge of the bed.” Matt suggested. Automatically, Dean set down his coffee and came to help. Seth was crying again. He wondered if he had the courage to just ask for the catheter. Seth was a perched cripple; Dean holding him around the waist from behind, nurse supporting him in front. He was humiliated, and cursed again. “Shhh...” Dean whispered in his ear. “I'm here for you, my love. Everything's going to be okay. Now just relax... Oh my gosh, Seth, I can actually feel your bladder.” “So can I,” Seth sobbed. He heard Matt tell Dean to do something, and suddenly, Dean squeezed Seth tight, pressing his laced-together hands into Seth's bladder. The discomfort was too much to bear, and his body finally gave in. Piss splashed noisily into the bedpan the nurse held. “That's it, Seth, just keep peeing. Dean, you can stop pressing on him, but hold on to him.” Seth was finally pissing on his own. It had never felt better to do so. He was growing shaky, and tired from the relief. He sniffled. Dean snugged him. “Everything is fine, sweetness, don't cry,” he whispered. But, Seth couldn't help it. He was exhausted, not only physically, but also mentally, which was weighing harder on him. He just wanted to go to sleep and wake up a week ago. When Seth finally finished pissing, Matt and Dean settled him back into bed. Matt took his vitals, Dean coaxed him into having some coffee. Matt brought him another cold cloth for his face and asked him if he needed anything else. Seth shook his head, and Matt left, promising to check up on him in a couple hours. Dean giggled. “I'll bet you feel better after that. Matt said that was three times as much as the average guy could hold.” Seth nodded. “Yeah, that was a lot of piss. I still ache from it. Thank you for helping me get it out.” Dean smiled, and they shared a kiss. “I couldn't bear to see you in pain.” “Come here.” Seth patted the bed, and Dean climbed in beside him. They held each other, Seth affectionately stroked Dean's hair, and Dean sighed happily. “You have no idea how worried I was when you were under the knife,” he confessed. “You have no idea how happy I am that you disobeyed my no visitors rule,” Seth responded. “I'm so happy you're here with me, helping me out.” “I want to help you once you're back home, too. With cooking, and laundry, driving, you know, stuff like that,” Dean said, nervously, and Seth was surprised, and pleased, to see him blushing. “I mean, I won't be able to be there when I'm working, but I want to be there for you as much as I can.” “Yes,” Seth said, happily. “I'd love that.”
  6. At the desk in the back left corner of the room, next to the window, Eiji Tojo sat with his chin resting on his forearm, listlessly staring about the classroom. Usually, gazing thoughtfully out the window would be far more entertaining, but the sun's rays were hitting the window at such an angle that even a cursory glance to his left would have blinded him. No matter, though, as Eiji fortunately had other things to occupy his mind. Not what the teacher was yammering about, nor what was written on the board, of course. Those were pointless and boring compared to how he usually spent his time: playing with his superpower. Something that occupied and excited him, despite its odd, obscene nature, since he'd discovered he had it when he was seven years old. With a light pop, audible to no one but himself, Eiji manifested rectangular meters going from zero to one hundred above the heads of everyone in the room, himself included. The meters measured, of all things, the bladder fullness of the person whose head it floated above. Each of his classmates had a different amount of the meter filled: some in the single digits, some hanging in the twenties, and one brimming near sixty over the head of the shy, bespectacled brunette girl on the other end of the room. Eiji's own meter was around sixty as well, enough to be naggingly uncomfortable, as the glasses girl must've been feeling as well. With a downward motion of his index finger, as if he were lowering the volume on a clock radio, Eiji drained his meter of its glowing yellow liquid filling. The "rules" of his power, however, required him to place what he drained from one person's meter into another person's meter. Eiji wasn't sure exactly why the power worked like that, but it seemed logical enough and he accepted it because it was simply how it'd always been. Eiji scanned the room, looking for someone to dump his excess meter into. The target of the refill had to be within line of sight, and within twenty yards -- easy enough for a classroom like this, small and packed to the brim, humid and hot in the waning summer afternoon. Lazily raising his index finger, Eiji filled a blonde female classmate's meter from twenty-five to forty-five. What was her name, again? Eiji briefly wondered as the blonde girl began to readjust her legs, wearing a surprised expression of discomfort. He didn't care whose meter he filled, honestly -- to the friendless loner, everyone in the class was nothing more than a receptacle for his excess meter, and watching the person squirm, no matter who they were, was monumentally entertaining. It mattered so little, in fact, that he began simply waving his fingers at random, filling and emptying his classmates' meters without a haphazard thoughtlessness. "E-... eek...!" A shrill gasp caught the attention of the entire room, Eiji included. The bespectacled girl who was at sixty percent before -- what was her name? -- suddenly thrashed in her seat, crossing her legs in an obvious vice grip as sweat beaded down her forehead and flowed around her panicked eyes. Eiji flicked his gaze to the space over her head, where her nearly topped-out meter hung at ninety-five percent full. Rats. As much love as Eiji had for the discomfort of those around him, he couldn't bear the thought of actually filling someone's meter to the top. Urine, especially on a hot day like this, especially spilled in the same room as him, was abhorrent! He'd hated the sight, smell, and even the idea of it since before he gained his superpower! Well, no matter. It was easy enough of a fix, at least. Eiji raised his hand toward the struggling girl -- was her name Emily? -- to lower her meter, but before he could swipe his finger downward, his eyes caught sight of her bravely struggling, smooth, and lightly pimple-spotted face, her long eyelashes brushing delicately against the inner frames of her glasses, and her thick, luscious brown hair as it swayed effortlessly with her body's movements. Wait, huh? Why was he noticing this all of a sudden? "She's pretty cute." As the fleeting, meaningless thought crossed Eiji's mind, the bespectacled girl's meter suddenly, with a sound like crackling electricity, went haywire. The meter began to drain and fill repeatedly with no rhyme or reason, with no input from Eiji. The liquid inside turned from yellow to deep red to bright pink, intensifying more and more in glow. Eiji swiped his finger downward frantically, desperately trying to right the shocking, unprecedented situation, all while... what was her name, dangit?!... continued struggling. Suddenly, the meter vanished altogether. Eiji tried "resetting" his power, turning it off for everyone and then back on with another pop. Glasses Girl's meter was still missing. "H-hah..." she whimpered, doubling over at her desk. This caught the attention of even the teacher, Mr. Yoshinobu. "Is everything alright, Harumi?" the teacher asked monotonously. Aha! So THAT was her name! Right, right... Harumi Etsuko. "T-toilet..." the girl struggled to say, her voiced pitched several octaves higher than normal. Giggles and snickers began to fill the room. Eiji stomach churned and went cold. He didn't want the girl to wet herself, both out of his personal distaste for the act and a feeling of pity that had begun welling up within. The meter, however, still hadn't reappeared. This was the first time his superpower had ever malfunctioned! Of all places, of all times, why here, why now, why this particular girl?! "She's pretty cute." The thought echoed in Eiji's head, stronger this time. Her struggle, her writhing legs, her sweating brow, her glasses, and...! *drip* ...her urine. Harumi lost her battle. She looked and sounded absolutely humiliated, sobbing shakily as her bodily fluids drained rapidly, pooling into her seat, staining her uniform's skirt, and spilling over onto the floor with deafeningly loud splashes. Laughter now permeated the room, mingling with the heavy humidity and stench of pee. Eiji's heart skipped a beat. "Disgusting!" screamed his brain. "Disgusting!" shouted his instincts. "She's... really cute," cooed his heart. "A... alright, class, go ahead and file out. You're dismissed early today," the teacher stammered over Harumi's cries, "and don't forget your homework and use this... incident... as an excuse!" he added sharply. The laughter began to subside as the class started filtered out, avoiding Harumi's still-spreading, lukewarm puddle and whispering God-knows-what to each other in hushed tones. Eiji was the last in line to leave, walking slowly and deliberately, struggling against the overwhelming urge to crane his neck for a clearer look at the mortified, yet somehow irresistibly adorable girl. "Ahem, hm. Eiji-kun?" Mr. Yoshinobu called, his voice hoarse after clearing his throat. Eiji froze in place, paralyzed by both fear and surprise. "Y-yes, sir?" Eiji replied, his voice cracking noticeably. "I'll need you to help Ms. Etsuko with her things while I get the janitor in here to clean the, er... mess." A weak whine burst from Harumi's throat at the end of the teacher's sentence. Eiji audibly gulped. Turning around, praying desperately his flushed cheeks weren't noticeable, Eiji Tojo made eye contact with the misty, damp, bespectacled eyes of the impossibly cute brunette girl he just made wet herself. To be continued~<3
  7. pee Dream Love

    Dream Love You can't believe it, Mr. Simmons actually partnered you with Emma, your crush since elementary school, not like she actually ever noticed your existence anyways. Emma is loved by everybody, the popular type except with none of the bitchy characteristics that you would assume if you recently watched Mean Girls. She is unbelievably gorgeous as well, and she's coming to your house! Knock, Knock "Come in!" You shout across the house "Hi Ben!" She says as she walks into your room clutching her books in that cute way you've always admired. She swings her bookbag off of her back and onto your table. "Nice house, are your parents not home?" "No, they are on a cruise, I don't think they get back for another week" You reply, smiling back at her. Deep down you are extremely nervous talking to her, you definitely don't want to mess up this chance to spend time with Emma. You've dreamed up so many different scenarios of this moment, with Her in your room, but you shake off the dirty thoughts. Emma is a good girl, a straight A student, I have to act civilized and try to make her laugh. "Do you have anything to drink? I'm parched" she asks. You go to the kitchen and grab two sodas, and bring it back to your room and give her her drink. "Thank you very much," she replies smiling, "Do you wanna get started?" "Sure, Russia, the World's Death Star" You and Emma work on the project, doing your research, exchanging laughs and making very good time on the paper. The night is going very well and you and Emma are very much enjoying yourselves. Eventually you both lose focus and begin to just talk as if you were friends for your whole lives. She's fucking perfect, you think to yourself, really wishing that you had gotten the balls to talk to her earlier, as you've missed out on the girl of your dreams your whole life. You learn she's been single since Freshman year, having broken up with her boyfriend because he acted like a child. "I'm a big boy though, look I'm even wearing grown up underwear!" You joke as you pull the elastic waistband on the underwear to show her. The waistband snaps and your hand flies straight up into your face where you punch yourself right in the face. "Fuck!" "OH my god you fucking dork, I'm gonna pee myself!" She yells as she laughs hysterically at you. "Where's your bathroom?" "Our bathroom is actually being remodeled, we don't exactly have a toilet right now" You reply, still laughing. "Wait, then where do you go to the bathroom?" She questions as she squirms. "We go across the street to our neighbors if they're home, they're nice people." "Shit I don't think I can make it across the street." She responds, she begins to look around, as if for something to use, then she looks at you inquisitively for a few moments. "What?" You ask as she continues to stare at you "I don't want to pee myself, and I guess you're cute enough" "What are you talking about?" You question completely confused with what she's saying. "I gotta pee" she says as she begins to take off her socks, then unbuttons her jeans and starts to slide them down her legs. "What the fuck are you doing?" You ask as she continues to take off her panties exposing her cute shaved pussy. "I'm peeing idiot" Emma says as she squats and starts to pee all over your wooden bedroom floor. The piss splashes all over the floor as she releases all of her urine on your bedroom floor. Your cock begins to harden in your pants as you watch your childhood crush pee all over your bedroom floor. She continues until she is completely finished. She looks up at you as you stare down at her. "You know what, I bet you have to pee as well" Emma says as she takes off her shirt and bra, now completely nude in your room. "Pee on me" "You want me to what?" You ask her, realizing that at this moment you'll do whatever she asks. "I pissed on your floor, and in order to make this even you have to piss on something that's mine, but I don't want to ruin my clothes, pee on my tits Ben" "Um..." Where did this come from, she's the straight A student, the good girl, she's not supposed to be naked in my room right now. "Pull that cock out doofus" Emma demands. You follow her orders, you take your dick out of your pants and aim it at Emma's boobs. You wait for a moment, admiring this sight in front of you, the girl of your dreams naked in your bedroom sitting in a pool of her piss awaiting your own flow. You begin to pee on her chest, as it splashes and glistens along her curves. She drops her head back and moans in pleasure as you piss until you no longer have any piss left. She's beautiful, with pee all over her body. She smiles at you while you're holding onto your cock. "I'm so hot for you right now, I need more" Emma grins as she leans towards you. "But... I don't have to pee anymore" you reply confused by her actions. "Your cock silly, I need the other stuff" She coyly says as she winks at you. She reaches her hand out for your cock and directs it towards her mouth, slowly taking your rod into her mouth, licking the head of your cock and swirling her tongue around your shaft. It's like nothing you've ever felt before, you look down at her and she stares up at you with her beautiful blue eyes as she continues to suckle on your cock. You look up at your ceiling, moaning in pleasure, as you do your best not to cum too quickly, which is very difficult in this exact scenario. At this moment, you can't think of anything better in your life than this exact moment. Your piss all over the girl of your dreams and she wants more from you. I've marked my territory, she's mine. You are very close to the biggest orgasm of your life and you pull out of her mouth, jerking your cock above her face until you explode a massive cumload, covering her face in more of your seed than you've ever came in your life. You look at her, smiling as she smiles back, "I don't ever want this moment to end, the most beautiful girl I've ever seen in my life all to myself" You tell her, as she wipes the cum out of her eyes smiling. "I love you Ben, I'm yours baby" Emma says lovingly, "As long as I remember I've dreamed of being with you, in this moment, I mean, my dream didn't have this much cum of course" "Do you want a rag to wash yourself?" You offer her a towel, and she waves it off. "I think I want to savor this moment for a little while longer, and everything that goes along with it" Emma says as she stands up and goes over to you, snuggling up against you, piss and cum covered, until you both fall asleep in each other's arms, living your dream life for at least one night, until it all returns to normal. Or is this the new normal?
  8. Imaginary world

    Chapter 1 I landed my heavy steps against a dark asphalt that seemed to create a never ending road in front of me. Grey, tall buildings around me made myself feel small and their ominous outlook with windows without even a single sight of light made me feel uneasy. The sky was dark, only few stars were visible. Cold breeze caught my black, hip-long hair. I could smell the rain in air, yet it wasn't raining. My head felt hollow and fuzzy. I couldn't remember where I was coming from or where I was heading to, but I had to keep walking forwards, like it was programmed in me. I looked behind my back and the view was exactly the same that it was in front of me - never ending road till the horizon surrounded by spooky lifeless looking buildings. I started to feel anxious, I didn't know how long I had walked and it began to feel exhausting. "Uhh-uh..." I heard silent moan escaping from my lips as I suddenly felt like a stone had been dropped into my stomach, making me need to pee. I wanted to stop walking, but my legs didn't stop moving. There was this invisible force that made me unable to control myself fully. I felt it's presence, it was in me, in the air. It was everywhere but yet nowhere. Landscape hadn't changed a bit. I felt like I was walking on my place. Maybe I had died and I was in Hell. I didn't believe such places like Hell or Heaven, but being here, only walking forwards, like it was the meaning of life, made me suspect my beliefs. I felt cold rain drops stinging on my skin and I suddenly felt more awake. Something had changed. I started to hear some music. It wasn't coming from any particular direction; It filled everything around me and every part of my body. This is a dream Blurry images began to show up in my mind. They got more clear by every picture. It was like someone had put photo presentation of my history in my mind. Walking alone, but the streets were not empty I'm leaving a trail behind of myself Trail of bodies Trail of blood I see a light so bright I'm becoming blind Everything around me Falls apart I closed my eyes as the light I saw was so bright it hurt my eyes. My body became so heavy, I dropped to my knees. I felt like I was falling yet I felt the ground firmly under me. I was shaking. No. Everything else was shaking. I opened my eyes with a grain of salt. Everything I had seen few moments back around me was being cut into pieces like a fragile paper. I am insane This isn't happening Strange feeling filled me as my bladder gave in. I was rocking my body back and forth, still on all fours, slowly peeing in my panties, repeating to myself that I need to wake up.
  9. New Things

    I've never written a story such as this before, but I thought I would give it a shot and base it off of my personal fantasies. While being fantasy, it is a realistic story and loosely based on experiences I had with an ex. I hope you enjoy, and if you do, then I'll happily write more. About the characters: Brittany - A petite 21-year-old girl. About 5'5", with wavy brown hair that went just past her shoulders, green eyes, and thick-rimmed glasses that people often (incorrectly) assumed were fake. She has a rather thin figure with average physical features. Logan - Just an average 22-year-old guy. 6'0" tall, short brown hair, and dark brown eyes to match. A bit below average in weight and figure. Brittany and Logan have a very special relationship. They're in their early 20s, have been together for about a year and a half, and are madly in love. It's quite rare to find two people as perfect for each other in every way as Brittany and Logan are. They are now at the point in their relationship where they live together, in a small one-bedroom apartment. It isn't the nicest place, but they have each other, and that is more than enough. Their relationship is sickly sweet that way. Brittany and Logan lie in their queen-sized bed, exhausted from the sex they just had - or was it making love? Hard to tell at this point anyway, it all felt the same. Brittany slides her hand up Logan's chest, barren except for the thick patch of hair atop his sternum. "You were incredible, honey," he remarked. Brittany just kind of laughed at this. "You don't need to tell me that every time, sweetie. I can't be incredible every time." She mounted herself on top of his waist, and slowly lowered her naked torso onto his, locking eye contact. Logan knew what this meant - it meant she had something to tell him. Was it important? He would find out soon, in any case. "You know..." Brittany started, as she righted herself back up and twirled his chest hair with her finger. "We've never gotten weird," she noted. Logan chuckled to himself. "Oh? You want to get weird?" he asked. "How so?" Brittany smiled. "However so you would like. I bet there's something that you would love for me to do to you that you've been keeping from me." Logan grinned as Brittany's eyes widened. "Well... I have always wanted to fuck you while our midget neighbor Ted watches." The two stared at each other, until one of them broke. They had these staring contests often, and Brittany usually won. This time was no exception. As Logan began to laugh, so did Brittany, and she started to playfully punch his chest. "You asshole," she smiled. "I'm serious, Logan. I want to try whatever it is that you're into. You know I'll still love you for it." Logan sighed. "And I'll still love you when you say no," he remarked. She looked at him with disappointment. "Honey, don't be that way. It can't be that bad, whatever it is," she assured him. "Do you really need me to go get Ted? He's tending his garden right now." Logan laughed. "No, it's really not Ted. It's... I don't even want to explain this to you." Brittany frowned as she realized he didn't feel as if he could trust her to stay with him. She began to twirl his chest hair at a faster rate. "Logan, you can tell me anything. Just say what it is." Logan sighed in defeat. "Fine, fine," he began. At this point he felt it would probably be in his best interest to just come out with it already, and so he did. "I want to see you in diapers." He buried his face in his hands after his admission. Brittany began to laugh at his misfortune. "Oh honey, is that really it?" There were times when Logan was embarrassed or otherwise upset with Brittany when he would simply nod his head in confirmation. This was one of those times. Brittany smiled as she began to think of all of the things she can do for him now that he's confessed this to her. Logan removed his hands from his face to see her lovely smile and suddenly felt more secure in himself. "So... will you? Wear a diaper, I mean. It would be really sexy, and would mean a lot to-" She simply laughed quietly and shushed him with her finger. She sat for a moment, so as to think about it. "That... Depends," Brittany said, slyly. Her smile widened as if she were truly proud of her wordplay. "Oh honey, Depends are terrible. You have a lot to learn," Logan joked. "Of course, you're a diaper hipster," Brittany laughed. "And these diapers..." she continued. "You want me to pee in them?" Logan blushed at her bold question. "I mean, if you want, it's up to you, I don't really care." His embarrassment made his true answer very clear. "Oh come on, I know you secretly loved it when I accidentally pissed on you in bed that one time," Brittany assured. Logan closed his eyes and smiled to himself as he remembered the moment. Brittany let out a small laugh as she bent down and kissed him on his forehead. "So when am I getting my first diaper change?" she asked, sounding quite excited at the proposition. "You dirty girl," Logan smiled. "I'll order some for you today while you're at work. You can't buy the good ones in stores," he said, once again suggesting his diaper elitism. "Diaper hipster!" Brittany joked once again. She gave him another kiss, got out of bed, and started getting ready for work. Brittany was excited to turn Logan on, Logan was excited to see his beautiful girlfriend in a diaper, and both of them were equally excited to know that their relationship had just become even closer. Five days had passed since Logan made his online purchase. He decided on buying multiple diapers for Brittany, so he could let her pick which ones she wanted to wear first. He got a package that looked relatively clinical in use, a package of thick adult diapers that happened to look like they were for babies, and a package of real baby diapers - she was small enough to fit into them, he figured. And certainly cute enough. The package arrived at some point before he came home from work. He smiled as he saw the box, and excitedly carried them into the bedroom. Brittany came home shortly afterwards, and he greeted her at the front door with a hug and a kiss. "Hey, honey, how was work?" Logan asked. "Oh, you know. It was work." She never was great at articulating her feelings towards menial tasks, like work, or school. The last four days that she came home she asked the same question, and today would be no different. She put her hands up Logan's shirt, and popped the question. "So... did they come yet?" He was beginning to think that she was even more excited for this than he was. Perhaps that was true. "Yes they did, honey. I think you'll like what you see," he said in a soft and comforting tone as he kissed her once again on the lips. "Not as much as you will, I bet," she said with a wink as she hurried to the bedroom. Logan followed. When they arrived, Brittany noticed the large box on the bed. "That's a lot of diapers, honey!" she remarked, half in amazement and half in excitement. "Well you seemed awfully excited," Logan replied. "Oh, I am. I am excited to be your dirty diaper girl, Logan," Brittany said in her sexiest voice, trying her hardest not to sound ridiculous. She failed in her mission and they both began to laugh. "So... do you want me to just... diaper you now?" Logan asked. "Or... is that something you think you should earn?" Brittany was immediately intrigued. "Earn it?" She slowly walked to him, wrapped her arms around his waist, and looked up to his eyes. "And how do you propose I do that?" "Well..." Logan replied. "You don't seem to need a diaper. You seem to be a good girl." Brittany smiled and batted her eyes. "Oh? Are you saying you'd like me to prove how much I need to be your dirty diaper girl first?" There she was again, trying her best to make the ridiculous phrase sound sexy - only this time it worked, and quite well. Logan was taken aback. "Well, I'm not going to diaper you without a reason to." Brittany pushed Logan on to the bed and mounted herself onto his lap, facing him forwards. Logan was unsure where she was taking this, until he noticed the relaxed and focused look on her face. "I've been holding it all day," she smiled. It didn't take much time for her bladder to take over. She relaxed every muscle in her body as she stared at him sexily. Here it comes, she thought. And come it did. It started slowly, a slight warm trickle out of her nether regions. The pee began to slowly wet her panties and the short skirt she had worn to work. Logan was silent, aside from his heavy breathing. The silence didn't last long, as her flow sped up considerably and she was now wetting both of their pants full-force. There was a loud and considerable hissing sound emanating from her panties as her hot pee soaked through. It was a veritable flood - she really had been holding it all day. The wetness started at her crotch, and then flowed into his crotch, before finally going to the back of her panties and soaking her ass. It was now running down her legs and onto the hardwood floor of the bedroom. Their eye contact was still locked as a normal look began to sweep over her face again. She was done. "Oops," she smiled and shook her head slightly and began to kiss Logan passionately. This was already the sexiest moment they'd ever had, and it was only just beginning. They furiously made out for a few minutes, before Brittany sat back up on the bed. "Do you have a reason to diaper me now?" she asked. She already knew the answer. Logan laughed to himself as he stood up at the foot of the bed. "Lie down," he advised. She lied on her back and started heavily breathing in excitement. This was the moment she had been anxious about all week, and it was finally here. Logan opened the box of diapers. "Now, I got three kinds for you to try. Just tell me which one you like best." he told Brittany. He held up the first diaper, which was mostly white with blue tapes and a yellow wetness indicator. "Not cute enough," she said. "Well then I think you'll like these next ones..." Logan promised as he pulled out the next diaper. They had cartoon bears all over, which faded when wet. She didn't know the second detail yet. "Now that's more my speed," she said excitedly. "I'll keep that in mind," Logan said as he pulled out the third diaper. It was a Pampers Size 7. "Oh honey, I'm not going to fit into those," she said, expressing concern. Logan knew she would, but decided not to push the issue at the moment. "I like the second ones you showed me. With the bears." Logan put the other two diapers back into the box and set it on the floor. "So what do you need me to do right now?" she asked. She hadn't been diapered since she was a baby, so she needed some assistance. "Just lie where you are for now. First off, your skirt is soaked." Logan's pants were, too, but he decided to wait to change out of them. This was his dirty diaper girl's time for a change. He grabbed the skirt by the waist line and pulled it down her legs. When it was off of her he just threw it on the floor. Brittany lifted her legs instinctively. "Oh, you know what's coming next!" Logan shouted in excitement. Brittany laughed to herself while he pulled her soaked panties off. They were pink panties, but her 'accident' had rendered them a much darker color, almost red. "That was quite the accident you had there," Logan winked. "Well you know I can't help myself, honey," she replied with a smile. "Alright now, lift up a bit," Logan advised. She knew exactly what was coming next, and she couldn't wait. Her heart was beating quite heavily. Logan folded out the diaper as Brittany lifted herself from the bed. He laid it down on the surface and slid it underneath her. As soon as it was in position, she sat herself back down onto it. The soft and thick diaper conformed to the curves of her ass in a way that panties never had. She sighed in comfort as she spread her legs for Logan to pull the front of the diaper up. The comfort was now all around her, and she loved it. She held her diaper in place as Logan taped the sides. Once he was done, she smiled and kissed him. "What now, honey?" she asked. She was now in just a diaper and a t-shirt, and she couldn't be more comfortable. She stood to her feet, feeling the diaper conform to her every movement as it crinkled loudly. She admired her diapered ass in a mirror. "I do look pretty damn cute, don't I," she said with a smile. "The cutest," Logan confirmed. Not much happened for a couple of hours. With their hormones mostly out of the way after their wet makeout session earlier, the two decided to sit in the front room to watch a movie. In the middle of the movie, Brittany began to speak up. "You know, I really do like wearing this." Logan smiled, he could hardly believe his ears. "I'm very glad to hear that, honey," he said as he clutched her closer to his side. They kissed and continued to watch the movie. "They're just... so convenient," Brittany started back up again. "I mean I'm just sitting here watching the movie, and I don't have to get up for anything. I can just..." Brittany paused for a brief moment as Logan looked at her attentively. She let out a long sigh as she confirmed his suspicion - she was wetting her diaper. This time it was a slow trickle, but nonetheless relieving. She closed her eyes as she let her bladder expel its contents into her new and sexy underwear. It wasn't like when she wet her panties - it was much better than that. She felt a brief wetness in her crotch, which turned into a simple soft warm feeling almost immediately as it spread to the back of her diaper. Logan paused the television so he could hear the sound of her pee hitting the diaper and sloshing about as it was absorbed by the disposable material. The surprising thing for Brittany was just how soft her diaper became. It wasn't an uncomfortable wet feeling, but rather like her diaper became even more perfectly tailored to her physique. It now felt similar to having a warm pillow between her legs, a comfort which she had never known the likes of. She stood up and twirled around in front of Logan to show her newly wet state. it was the most adorable and beautiful thing he had ever been privy to, seeing the bears on the front starting to fade away and the previously white fabric now become a tinge yellow from her pee. "Oh, cute! The bears went away because I peed on them!" Brittany seemed especially impressed by this. Logan reached for her now wet diaper and grabbed it at the crotch. It was very warm, and now felt a bit heavier. He squished it between his fingers to confirm just how wet it was. He didn't even know how to react. "Do you want to be changed yet?" he asked. "No!" Brittany shouted. "I peed in my panties once before you changed me. This is a diaper, and it doesn't even feel that wet yet. I can go in it a few more times. Besides..." she continued. "This feels way too good to get out of." She sat on his lap once again, and began to rub her diaper along his leg so he could feel the warm wetness. "I don't get it," she spoke up. "Babies seem to hate being wet, but this is the most comfortable I have ever been. Different strokes, I suppose." Logan just stared blankly. He could not be more turned on right now. They moved to the bedroom where they made love - it was definitely making love this time. They did it on top of her open wet diaper on the bed, and it was the best they had ever had. Logan put Brittany back into her wet diaper, and they smiled at each other as they drifted to sleep. Brittany began to wet again, and her diaper had absorbed all of it. "Thank you for this, honey," Logan said. Brittany shook her head. "No, honey, thank you for this." She finished wetting her diaper. She wondered if he noticed. He put his hand on her ass to confirm that he did. He always did know her better than anyone else, and now he knew her as his dirty diaper girl.
  10. A Night to Remember: Part 2

    A Night to Remember: Part 2 For the moment, I was alone in Haley’s room. The muffled sound of her urinating came from the background as I lay on the bed with my head wedged between the pillows, collecting my thoughts. Did I actually… love her? I mean, of course I love my best friend, but was it more than that? No, I just really like her, it’s only a crush. I shouldn’t have these feelings for her, they’re going to ruin our friendship! ...She doesn’t even like girls like that… does she? No, I can’t tell her. Not yet. Not until I figured out how I really feel. No point in risking it. All of these thoughts were running through my mind in rapid succession when suddenly, I heard the door open behind me. I knew it was Haley coming out of the bathroom and I turned over to face her. She looked extremely relieved. For obvious reasons, of course. She also had the laundry basket in her arms, the one I had put my dirty clothes in before I took a shower. “We should probably wash these clothes tonight.” “Yeah...” I nodded with an embarrassed smile. Haley stood at the foot of the bed as I rolled over from laying on my stomach and scooted towards her. “Weren’t you wanting to tell me something?” She reminded me as I sat on the edge of the bed. I crossed my arms over my stomach to subside the butterflies that fluttered wildly inside of me. Or was that my bladder calling out to me? It could have been both. “I was just going to say we should eat something before it gets too late...” I trailed off, not knowing what else to tell her if I couldn’t say what I really wanted to. “Yeah… you’re right… it is after seven already.” Haley pursed her lips to the side and looked as if she was pondering. I hoped she accepted my quick excuse and wouldn’t probe any further. We both got caught in a moment of awkward silence and Haley stood there like she was waiting for me to say something else. It was time to get this over with. “I have to go the bathroom.” I suddenly said, standing up to my feet. “Alright. I’ll go start the washer while you do that, and then we’ll figure out dinner.” She pulled the basket closer to her body and grinned a bit before heading out of the room. I walked into the restroom and shut the door behind me. My new pajamas and underwear slid down with little effort on my part before I let them hug my ankles. I plopped down onto the toilet seat with my legs closed and let out a soft sigh as a slow trickle of urine tinkled out of my opening, merging with the water below me. For now, I decided to put aside my thoughts for Haley and focus on something else. There was a picture hanging on the white painted wall to my left. It was a floral pattern with blue and green colors, surrounded by a wooden frame. The shower was in front of me, with a cream colored cloth curtain and various body washes and hair care products strewn along the edge of the bathtub. To my right was the pedestal sink, it had a more fancy and intricate design compared to everything else in the bathroom. Above it was a standard medicine cabinet with a mirrored door. I stopped glancing around the room when I realized that I finished peeing and located the toilet paper roll hanging off the wall next to me. With only a couple of squares, I wiped myself and flushed the toilet after standing up. Or at least I thought I did. I didn’t see the toilet bowl empty itself, so I tried it again. It wasn’t working… “...What?” I whispered under my breath. I soon realized that the toilet clogged up and wouldn’t allow me to flush it! “No...!” I began panicking as the water filled up close to the brim with all my pee and used toilet paper staring back at me. Frantically, I hunted for a plunger but was unable to find one around me. The toilet water and all its contents began to overflow. My heart was beating quickly. I had no idea what to do as I stood there, watching the yellow water drip over the edge of the bowl. I searched around again and found the towel I used to dry off with earlier that afternoon and wrapped it around the base of the toilet to soak up the water. Though I still needed a plunger, so I went to find Haley. She wasn’t back in her room yet so I darted out into the hallway and smacked right into her as I turned the corner, knocking the wind out of both of us. “Oof!" Haley put her hand to her chest. "Sorry! Didn't see you! It's just I need a plunger but I can't find one." My eyes on the startled Haley, as I’m sure she was having trouble as well. "It's in the laundry room. I'll go get it..." Haley retorted before swiftly walking back in the direction she came from. I scuttled back to the bathroom to wait for her. Thankfully, the toilet had stopped running before it saturated the entire towel. Haley soon came back to meet me at the overflowing toilet and handed me a rubber plunger with a maple wood handle. I took my saving grace from her and attempted to unclog the toilet. I carefully placed it in the water, and it displaced some of the water out of the toilet. Then I began pumping the plunger up and down as it stood straight above the hole. Haley stood there for a moment and witnessed my feeble attempts at removing the blockage. "Oh my god, it's not working!" Frustrated, I began trying to pump it harder, but it was only splashing water everywhere. I wanted to scream. I almost did, but then Haley moved closer and motioned to take the plunger from me. "Here, let me help you." I let her take the plunger from me, disappointed that I failed to use such a simple device. Stepping back, I folded my arms over my chest and let the master do the work. "Sorry, I tried..." My voice shook as I began to tear up. I've made a mess of Haley's bathroom and couldn't even fix it myself. I'm so useless. "It's alright. It's easier to do it at an angle." Haley positioned the plunger so it angled towards her. "Like this." She began plunging and I watched as my urine slowly receded. I sighed with relief as the toilet finally flushed on it's own and filled back with clear, clean water. "There we go." Haley said, placing the plunger next to the toilet before looking over to me. "Thank you... sorry you had to do it. I didn't mean to clog it." I wiped a trapped tear from my eye. "It's not your fault, it does that a lot. Don't worry about it." Haley consoled me and led me out of the bathroom. "Well, after all that excitement, are you still hungry?" She smiled at me as we stood at the foot of the bed. I smiled back, calmed down from my horrific incident of terror. "Yeah, definitely!" "Okay, let's go see what we have." Haley replied, leading me out of the bedroom and out into the main part of her house. It was getting dark outside so the room was faintly lit by early evening sun rays until she turned the ceiling light on in the kitchen connected to the family room. I followed behind her and met her at the refrigerator. Haley opened the freezer and we both peered inside it. "Hot Pockets, Totino's Party Pizzas, beef and chicken pot pies... um...." She lifted up some boxes to look behind them. "And chicken nuggets." She took a pizza out and looked to me as I stood there with my fingers to my lips, trying to decide on what I wanted. "Um... I'll have a chicken pot pie, please." "Alrighty." Haley pulled the box out and set them both on the counter. I decided to prepare my own food while Haley set the stove to the correct temperature for her pizza. Picking up my box, I looked at the back of it while opening the seal for the directions: Four minutes to cook. Alright, no problem there. As I removed the frozen pie from the box and placed it in the microwave behind me, I noticed that the box also had a strange message at the bottom. It read "This original fiction was written by antifairy of omorashi.org.", but it was obviously not a part of the directions so I ignored it and threw it away. "Let me get a plate for that, Maddy, hold on." Haley interrupted as she grabbed one from the top cabinet. "Oh... right, sorry." "It's alright, this way it won't make a mess in the microwave." Haley put the glass plate underneath the pie and I closed it before setting the timer for four minutes. Her food took longer to cook than mine did, needing at least twelve minutes in the oven. While we were waiting, Haley took the opportunity to move the wet clothes to the dryer. We both ate at the dining table in a small alcove connected to the kitchen and discussed boring girl stuff that didn't matter. Afterwards, we washed our dishes and headed back to her bedroom. Haley yawned cutely and face planted herself on the bed. I sat on the bed next to her stretched out body. "Tired...?" I asked, smiling. "Mmm" she replied, her voice muffled by the soft pillow that was covering her face. "I am too, a little." I said, scanning my eyes over her body; her shirt had hiked up a bit and I saw the waistband of her blue cotton panties. Her pajamas accentuated her plump bottom quite nicely. She broke my mesmerization and gaze when she turned over to face me, her hand supporting her head as she lay on her side. "Maddy..." "Hmm?" We locked eyes. There was something about her voice then, and I started to tremble because of it like I had earlier that evening. "Are you sure there was nothing else you wanted to tell me? Or talk about?" A lump formed in my chest and I trembled a little harder. She apparently didn't buy my excuse from earlier. "Yeah... I.. I mean n-no." I tensed up and hugged myself, looking down at my feet. Haley scooted closer to me, and caressed my arm. "Just tell me... we're best friends, you can tell me anything." I wasn’t sure about the best way to tell her my feelings, but I also knew I wasn’t going to weasel my way out of this again if I didn’t tell her the truth. I tried to speak, but the lump in my chest made its way to my throat. Haley began caressing my arm and took my hand in hers, causing light tingles trickled through my entire body. I held hers back and, of course, said something stupid. "Guess." I cringed inside at what I had said, but I wanted to know what she would say. A confused but interested look came about her face. "Um..." She looked down to the bed, contemplating, and I kept my gaze upon her. "You... have a boyfriend...?" Haley asked, looking back up to me. "No..." "Um... you joined a super secret cult?" She smirked a little. I shook my head. "Maddy...." Haley put her hand on my stomach and rubbed it. "Are you pregnant?" "OH GOD NO!" I shouted a little too loud and looked at her, giggling. "Okay okay, didn’t really think so; I just wanted to rule that out." We both fell into more awkward silence for a few moments. "Do you like someone...?" I didn't say anything, but a few seconds later, I nodded my head with subtle movements. "Who?! Tell me!" She sat up quickly and moved in front of me, waiting for the truth that I desperately wanted to tell her. I took a deep breath. "I think… it’s you!" The room went silent again. "What?" "You." I said again. Haley had a surprised look on her face. I couldn't tell what she was thinking then. "Me? Really?" I nodded and let a huge sigh of relief out and she rolled over on her back, looking up at the ceiling. I stared at her, and waited for her response, started to become sick to my stomach and almost left to go donate my dinner to the toilet. "You like me... as more than a friend?" Haley rolled back over to face me again, looking concerned.I looked into her eyes with sincerity, and nodded. She appeared more awake. "Since when?" I shrugged my shoulders, unsure of how to answer her. I was barely able to speak, my body shaking as if it was going to explode. It sort of felt like I always had liked her, but it didn't dawn on me until today. Ever since I saw her on the first day of junior high school, I wanted nothing more than to be her friend. I never thought I could be "cool" enough to hang out with her because she was always popular and... out of my league. “I’m not sure what to say… this is unexpected.” Haley bit her bottom lip, looking down at the bed. I said nothing, entirely unsure of how this would affect our relationship. Though, I believed the worst: This would be the end, she wouldn’t be comfortable around me now, and we’d fall out with each other. I wanted to hope that we’d get through this, but my heart said otherwise. Words were failing to pass my lips, but tears were successfully taking their place. “Why are you crying?” Haley inched a little closer, and looked at me. “I…” “I don’t want us to end.” Haley said nothing, but turned over and laid on her back with her arms crossing her chest. She looked puzzled, probably as confused as I was, or angry. I figured I should leave, I had done enough damage. It was obvious that I should never have said anything. Perhaps I would have gotten over this little obsession of mine, but I just had to run my mouth about things I didn’t understand. “I guess I’ll go home…” I stated, still crying. Haley turned to me again. “Home? Why?!” I hopped off the bed as she spoke. “I don’t know, don’t you want me to leave?” My tears cascaded down my cheeks and my voice continued to break up. Haley just stared at me, looking like she was about to join me with her own tears. “No.” She reached her hand out and grabbed mine, pulling me back to the bed. I didn’t resist, but lay back down beside her. I was even more confused then. “You’re not… upset?” “I am.” Haley still held my hand in hers, and I waited to hear what else she had to say. “I'm upset that you expect our friendship to end over something like this.” She looked at me with concern in her eyes. Her words flowed through my mind as I began to understand what she was telling me. I can't believe I was so foolish. “You don’t seriously think that do you?” She sternly asked before I exhaled a heavy sigh and pondered for a few moments. “Haley… I didn’t want to… think that.” I looked down at Haley’s hand caressing mine. “I just assumed this would… make things weird between us. It’s not like I even know if you… like girls like that.” My eyes started scaling her arm with my eyes until I met hers once again. “You know, it does feel a little weird. But, I guess, it feels… natural at the same time.” Haley intertwined her fingers with mine, and cupped my hand with a firm grasp. Tingles went through my body, electrocuting me with the warmth of her hand. “Natural?” I asked. “Yeah… like, it feels right, but unexpected. You’re right too, I never thought about girls like that. I suppose that’s part of the reason it feels a little weird.” “Oh…” My tears subsided, and I instinctively squeezed her hand. “So what does this mean? I still don’t understand.” I asked her, looking into her eyes. “Hmm… maybe we’ll find out.” Haley put her arm around my shoulder and began pulling my body closer to hers. I wasn’t sure what she was going to happen. I started shaking again as my heart returned to a quick beat. Our bodies touched, her chest flattened against mine and her mouth opened slightly. “Did you fantasize about me in the shower today?” She asked suddenly. I looked down and exhaled, then looked back up to her. I nodded sheepishly, biting my lower lip a little. “So that’s why you were all nervous earlier. You’re so cute.” Haley smiled. I shut my eyes and blushed heavily. She giggled and kissed my lips. If I had been standing, I would have collapsed. My entire body went numb, and I soon realized everything would be okay. “Don’t ever try to leave me again.” She whispered in my ear. I cuddled against her chest and we wrapped our arms around each other. “I won’t” I replied softly. Haley reached over and turned the light off and I fell asleep with my head nestled between her breasts. It was the next morning, and Haley and I sat on her couch in the living room watching some strange television show. The TV was small, and I couldn’t make out what was happening on the screen. The colors seemed to fade in and out and I only saw what looked like two human shaped silhouettes moving around in a random fashion. We were both very interested in it though, and Haley laughed hysterically at it. All of sudden, Haley bounced off the couch and stood in front of me, with her hands buried in between her legs. “Maddy, I have to pee really badly!” She bent her body forwards and started crying. It was weird to see her like this, and she didn’t make any implication before that she needed the bathroom. “Well, go then? Isn’t your bathroom in your room?” I asked, curious as to why she was telling me this. Haley looked around, panicking, before looking back to me. “I’m not sure, I won’t make it! I’m going to wet my pants any second!” She said in a loud tone, bawling with great force. I couldn’t even see her hazel colored eyes anymore. They were pure white. “Come with me, please?!” She asked in a hysterical way. I stood up immediately and wrapped my arm around her. “Of course, I’d do anything for you.” I said, excited as I led her out of the family room. We both ran down the hallway for what seemed like a mile and Haley was doubling over in pain from her full bladder but somehow was able to run as fast as I could. Finally, we made it. We stopped in front of the door door and Haley stood back up and faced me. “Haley? Aren’t you going to go in?” But I didn’t see Haley anymore, she disappeared. Suddenly, I became lonesome and scared. I started to look around for her, but I couldn’t find her anywhere. For a few moments, it was dead silent until I heard a familiar voice next to me. “Maddy, I’m sorry, but we didn’t make it.” It was Haley’s voice, but she sounded very sad and depressed. I looked to where it came from and I saw a gold framed mirror hanging on the wall. On the other side was me, but the reflection didn’t mimic my body. I saw myself with my hands covering my eyes, bawling, and my jeans were soaking up with liquid. As I watched myself in the mirror, I experienced a sensation of warm and wet urine spreading between my own legs. When I looked down though, my pants were dry. I looked back up and saw Haley’s reflection, but not mine anymore. She stared back at me with tears rolling down her face and her pants had became soaked with urine. “I’m sorry we had an accident. It should never have been this way. If only we had more time. Please forgive me.” Before I had time to respond, I collapsed onto the floor. As I lay on the ground, I shut my eyes and started to shake like someone was shoving my body. I opened my eyes and I was back in Haley’s room. Haley was awake and she was hovering above me, looking concerned. Slowly, I came to my senses and awoke. My eyes took a few moments to adjust to the fluorescent light that filled the room. Looking at both of us, I noticed both her and my pajamas were wet. So I arrived at one conclusion: I had wet the bed, again, and peed all over Haley. “...Something happened, Maddy.” She said, looking over herself. I hopped off the bed immediately. “Oh no, I did it again…” Haley stood up and removed the wet bedding, setting them in a pile. The large wet spot that stained the mattress stared back at us both. “I didn’t think this would happen, I’m so sorry!” I whimpered, humiliated at what I did. Haley sat down on the edge of the bed, seeming upset. “Maddy… you didn’t do it.” She stated in a soft voice, looking up to me with shame in her eyes. “But then…” “I woke up, I was peeing. I tried to stop it but it just kept coming out.” Haley explained as she tried to keep her composure. “Oh…” a gentle sigh passed my lips. I didn’t expect to hear that, nor for her to wet the bed. She was definitely doing a lot better job at staying calm than I would have. Though, no matter how well she looked on the outside, I imagined how she was feeling on the inside. I, of course, knew for sure how mortifying it is to have an accident. I sat down next to her and hugged her. “It’s okay…” I tried to console her, laying my head on her shoulder and lightly rubbing her arm. “ It got you wet too, though. I’m sorry.” I looked down, my left pant leg had a small damp spot on the thigh area. Haley’s entire lap glistened with heavy saturation, however. “Just a little… it’s not bad.” I assured her and hugged her tighter before leaning up to kiss her cheek. Haley looked at me and smiled, then kissed me on my lips again. It gave me the same euphoria as it did earlier that evening. I happily completed the loving gesture and it ended with a soft smooch. The sensation of her soft lips lingered on mine and we hugged tightly again. “We better clean your mattress before your parents find out!” I whispered. “Oh my god, I don’t even know how to clean a mattress after…” Haley started to panic, but I stopped her mid-sentence. “I do! I’ll help you! Just get me a sponge, a towel and a spray bottle with water in it.” I instructed Haley. “I think I have all that stuff in my bathroom. Hold on.” She replied as she made a swift trip and came back with the items in a short amount of time, setting them on the bed. “I’ll do this if you want to go ahead and starting washing the sheets.” I know I was able to do that because I did it the previous day. Meanwhile, Haley changed her clothes, putting on clean underwear and a long t-shirt to cover herself up past her waist. I averted my wandering eyes, but I couldn’t help but catch a quick glimpse of her bare, plump bottom while she had it exposed. That image remained in my thoughts as I soaked up most of the stain up with the towel. “Thank you for doing this, I don’t think I could get away with this without you.” She said as she added her wet clothes and the towel I used to the pile. “You’re welcome!” I smiled at her. Haley returned the gesture seeming much more relaxed, then trotted out of the room with the wet things. Utilizing the water and sponge, I diluted and soaked up the rest of the urine stain from the mattress. It wasn’t too much of a hassle, but I had to be quick; it was already after 6:00 am and I didn’t know when Haley’s parents would be awake “Wow, it looks a lot better!” Haley exclaimed as she came back with my now clean and fresh clothes from yesterday. The sight of them made me go back to that embarrassing moment, but it didn’t bother me anymore. “Mhm. It wasn’t that bad of a stain.” I assured her. “I’m just going to tell my mom that we spilled soda on the bed.” Haley said before yawning again and looking to me with a smile. “Good idea.” I smiled back and stayed with her for a little while longer before she went to take a shower. Then I headed back home for more sleep and happy dreams.
  11. Hello! This isn't my first attempt at writing my own fiction story, but it IS the first time I'm publishing a work of my own, period. Most work I do gets scrapped after a day or two, and no one ever gets the chance to read it. However, an idea popped into my head randomly at work today, so I started jotting it down when I got home and before I knew it, I had a short story! This is just the first half, and there isn't much omorashi content in it (if you consider there to be any at all) but I promise the second half will! I just want to post this to see what people think of my writing style, and if anyone would be interested in reading the rest of it. Thank you for your time, and hopefully enjoy! Extra Padding: First Impressions Stupid. Stupid, stupid, stupid. That’s all Kyle could think about as he drove down the brightly lit street, weaving around other cars. Why had he done it? Sure, it had been a long-time fantasy of his, but actually DOING it was obscene, especially on a first date. Why couldn’t he just be normal? His car rolled to a stop before a red light. Tossing his head back on the seat, he closed his eyes and let out a deep sigh. Kyle hated himself. Not because he thought he was ugly, or was depressed, or even had low self-esteem. He hated himself because of his tendency to make impulse decisions. Risky impulse decisions. Kyle, to the outside observer, was relatively normal. He had messy brown hair, a slim body, and was slightly on the short side at 5’6”. As a fairly attractive 20 year old, he dated quite a few girls, with partners coming and going, just as any other young adult. What very few people knew about Kyle, was that he had a fetish. And it was this fetish that led him to make hasty decisions. He opened his eyes and glanced at his crotch. It looked huge and bulky; or at least that’s what he kept telling himself. Right before he had left for his date, Kyle slipped on a diaper. This was a practice that would only have been normal in the eyes of the elderly or those suffering from incontinence. But Kyle was neither, instead wearing a diaper for nothing more than sheer pleasure. At this moment, however, Kyle wanted nothing more than to take the diaper off. It was twisted—wearing a diaper on his first date with a beautiful, smart, funny girl just so he could have a sick thrill. Why couldn’t he control his urges? What if this girl saw it? For the first time in what must have been two years, Kyle actually felt something special with a girl. And he was about to blow it because of his inability to repress his fetish. It wasn’t too late yet. He could still rip off the Goodnite right now, stuff it in his trunk and not worry about it for the rest of the night. He lifted up his shirt and gave the blue waistband a good tug. All it did was cause the diaper to ride up further. Maybe if he could just slip his pants down a bit— BEEEEEEEEEEEP! Kyle jumped in his seat, and would have probably gone through the roof of his car had his seatbelt not been on. He snapped out of his deep thinking and looked up. The light was green and the car behind him was right on his ass. Slamming on the gas, his car screeched forward, racing toward his destination. “Shit.” He murmured to himself. “Calm down.” He could get through this night. Just a few hours, she would never know. Kyle wiped the sweat from his brow as he saw his date’s street coming up. Why did he have to wear tight jeans today… -------------------------------------------------------- Kyle sat in the driveway for a full minute. She would be expecting him to go up to the door, of course. That’s what he should do- he knew how to be a gentleman. But every step he took would remind him what he was wearing under his clothes… Wait a minute, what was he doing? Was he honestly going to let this stupid mistake ruin his night? His first date with this awesome girl? No- he had to quit being a baby. Kyle stepped out of the car and almost smiled at the irony. Almost. In a few short steps he was at her front door. The crinkling sound of his Goodnite seemed deafening. Weren’t these things supposed to be discreet? “Shut up, you’re being paranoid.” Kyle thought to himself. If it became a problem, he could take it off in the bathroom at the restaurant. That realization seemed to relax him a bit. He took a moment to look himself over, using his cellphone to make sure his hair was somewhat neat, and then knocked on the door. Did he need a rose? Was that cute or too cheesey? Did she even like- The door swung open, and Kyle was face to face with Crystal. Her long red hair was neatly curled, and her blue eyes seemed to sparkle as he looked into them. She wore a beautiful summer dress that showed off her smooth legs and, perhaps unintentionally, her breasts as well. She smiled, revealing perfect white teeth and creating two tiny dimples in the sides of her freckled cheeks. “Hi, Kyle.” “Hey.” Kyle didn’t know it, but he was beaming. Whatever he was worrying about was pushed aside by Crystal’s beauty. “I brought you some flowers!” Kyle said, reaching out his empty hand. “Oh really? Where are they?” Crystal said, still smiling. “Well, I’m a magician-in-training. I couldn’t make them appear but it’s the thought that counts, right?” Kyle tried to hide how nervous he really was but damn, that was lame! Crystal laughed anyway. “Well I think they’re beautiful! As long as you don’t lock me in a box and try cutting me in half later, like the last time I dated a magician.” They both laughed. Kyle couldn’t get over how awesome this girl was. “Well I don’t know about you, but I’m starving! Are you ready to go so we can split a bag of potato chips?” he retorted, more confidently this time. “Ooh fancy.” Crystal replied, in a fake accent. “I’m all set to go, will we be walking or am I carrying you?” They stepped off the porch together and headed toward the car. “Actually, I was thinking you could push me in my wagon…” END 1ST HALF Please comment and dont be shy! Thank you! :)
  12. Chapter 1: Fate

    The forest was peaceful and quiet... The blossoms swayed with the wind... the animals hunted their prey... the sun shined on... the perfect day. The desolate woods had never been so peaceful before. It was the perfect day to walk in the woods without a care in the world... and in the middle of these woods... was a man... a Ronin... who wore light blue robes and had long black hair tied into a stalk, carried in his left hand his trusty blade, sheathed tightly, and in his right, a piece of paper, and on that paper stated directions to somewhere... a shrine... "How much more do I have to walk to this accursed shrine?" The Ronin grumbled, "My feet are starting to kill me." The Ronin kept walking along the forest path as his wooden sandals made sideways elevens on the dirt until he reached a small tree stump on the side of the road. Checking to make sure no one was around, the man walked towards the stump and sat right on top of it. He placed his sword and the bag he was carrying to the side, reached his arm behind him and began to untie a piece of thread which held on to a flask of sake. He pulled the flask towards his mouth, uncorked it, and the Ronin started to chug away on his sake. "Ah... nothing like a nice drink to keep the spirit pumping," The man said, giving out a faint chuckle. When the warrior finished his drink, he stood up, grabbed his things, and continued his journey. He took a few steps, then stopped... he grabbed his blade, and prepared himself in a ready stance... ... ...silence... ... ... "... It was probably just an animal," The man said to himself keeping his guard up. He kept along the wooded path, not lowering his guard for even a second. Something was close by... watching him, and his every move. The Ronin kept walking until he began to hear something... something that faintly sounded like pouring water. ("There must be a river close by,") The man thought to himself, ("I should go fill up my flask again. Too bad it's not a river of sake though... hehehehe.") The Ronin followed the source of the sound. Each step he took, the stream grew louder and louder... in fact the source of the sound was rather close by to the road.... but there was no river. If there was no river, then what was making that sound? The Ronin stopped in front of a large bush which seemed to be the cause of those watering sounds. He peeked over to see what it was, but before he could do it... ... ... *ruffle ruffle* *Shwing* *Shwing* *CLANG* *CLANG* The Ronin immediately found himself parrying an attack that came from behind him. His attacker, pushing full force on the Ronin's blade with his own, began to yell at him... "HOW DARE YOU TRY TO TAKE A PERVERTED LOOK WHILE THE MISTRESS IS BUSY!!!" "YOU ARE TRESPASSING, AND THEREFORE MUST BE KILLED!!!" The Ronin didn't know what the offender was talking about. Was this an ambush of some kind? The Ronin tried to kick his opponent, but the enemy just grabbed the flying foot, and flipped the Ronin in the air, causing him to plummet face first to the ground. The attacker turned the fallen warrior onto his back, placed his hand over his mouth, his foot over his stomach, and readied his sword by the Ronin's face. "No one will hear you scream for mercy as I slowly take everything you hold dear... first I'll start with your eyes, then I'll take your nose, and then your teeth, then your tongue, and finally your breath." The attacker raised his sword high, ready to impale the Ronin's face, when suddenly, a feminine voice called out to them. "Jiriyuu, stop it this instant!" A woman demanded. Jiriyuu (the attacker) looked at the woman with embarrassment, and then back to the Ronin, who had a face of terror, and had already prepared himself for a painful death. With a sign of disappointment, Jiriyuu sheathed his sword, and said "You are lucky mistress Naniko has decided to spare your life... for whatever reason." The woman deemed Naniko hurried to the Ronin, and let out her hand to help him up. ("Why would the mistress want to touch this peasant's filthy mitts?") Jiriyuu thought to himself. ​The Ronin grabbed on to the woman's hand; It felt smoother than silk itself. The Ronin stood up, and properly thanked the woman. Now that he wasn't being in a high stress situation, the Ronin took a good look at the two... The woman Naniko had blonde hair, and blue eyes (bet you wouldn't see that often in ancient Japan). She wore a white and red dress, and wore a rosary necklace. There was no doubt about it that she was clearly a priestess. She also wore a sakura petal by her hair. Her voice was soft. Jiriyuu had large, messy blue hair. He wore something very similar to the Ronin's, only his robes were pure white, and spiraling down his right sleeve was what appeared to be a black dragon. His tone of voice sounded very intimidating, and he himself seemed to give off a rather horrifying aura. He gave a rather sharpened stare at the Ronin. "I do greatly apolagize for the inconvenience," Naniko spoke to the Ronin, "He's just trying to look out for me, that is all." "So you must be here for the job, correct?" Naniko asked. "O-Oh! Yes I am, actually." The Ronin replied. He pulled out the piece of paper which held the directions to a shrine, and on the back stated an employment opportunity as a bodyguard. "Well this truly is splendid!" Naniko said joyfully. "I should also apologize for you having to walk all this way through this lovely forest." "Nah, it's fine," the man replied, "I enjoy the view of nature." "Now I suppose I should compensate for Jiriyuu's recklessness," Naniko said, making Jiriyuu more embarrassed. "May I ask your name?" "My name?" the man asked," ... ... ...Goken." "Well then mister Goken," Naniko said, slowly creating a grin, "pay very close attention to what I'm about to do..." Naniko then began to untie her dress, until she was completely naked, revealing her rather small breasts, and her sleek and slender body. This most certainly caught Goken by surprise, after all, how many times have you seen a woman go bare-naked just like that... and what she did after that caught Goken even more by surprise. She squatted down in front of the man, and began peeing right in front of him! Goken was at a loss for words. His mind couldn't quite comprehend what he was seeing. He felt weird at first, but after staring into Naniko's luscious golden stream for a bit, he started to feel warm inside. It started to please him as her warm pee streamed out of her womanhood. "Enjoying the show?" Naniko asked to the man... but he could not reply, only give off a nervous nod. Jiriyuu gave off a concerned look as his mistress did her business... but not because of what she was doing, but why. "M-Mistress Naniko!" Jiriyuu spoke surprised, "You'd actually give this putrid man the opportunity to see something so blissful?" "You just met him, and you're already rewarding him? Not to mention overdoing it!" "He is NOT worthy of-" "Jiriyuu... I may do as I please, and I please to please," Naniko interrupted, turning her head, and grinning. Her yellow stream soon died down, and the priestess stood back up, once again showing her body in full. "Hmm... now I just need something to wipe myself with," Naniko said grinning mischievously. Promptly, Jiriyuu moved closer to Naniko, and began kneeling before her as he stuck his arm out. "Mistress," Jiriyuu spoke, "you may use my arm if you please." Naniko began to giggle, and then said "Oh how I do appreciate your concern for me once again, however I think that I will give our new companion the chance to clean me." She moved close to Goken, so that her chest was touching his. "Will you do the honers?" Any normal person would most likely say "No, that's disgusting, and unsanitary..." but Goken was anything but normal... so assuming she was giving an order, Goken moved the sleeve of his robes to Naniko's sensitive parts, and began to gently stoke it, wiping of her still warm droplets of pee. It did feel a little strange to him, but to Naniko, it felt so comfortable. Naniko got her arm and clenched on tightly to Goken's arm. She started faintly moaning in pleasure. When Goken was sure she was dry, he stopped his stroking motion. Naniko let go of Goken, and thanked him for his assistance. She turned around to go grab her clothes while Goken took a brief look at Naniko's cute butt as she bended down to grab her dress. Out of the corner of Goken's eyes he could see Jiriyuu giving off an dead stare. His stare felt like two spears penetrating Goken's very soul, and Jiriyuu's aura felt even more terrifying this time. Naniko had finished putting back on her clothes, and then began to speak. "Come now Goken, I will take you to my home, where your services will be most appreciated." As the priestess walked, Goken and Jiriyuu followed behind. Goken rushed to Naniko's side and asked "So... just what exactly am I in for?" Naniko looked back at him as she continued strolling down the nature path and replied "Do not worry, I will explain everything in full detail when we reach my home... but for now, let us all soak in the beauty of this blessed forest." End of Chapter 1
  13. Chapter 2: Dying wish

    (Just saying this before you read that this specific chapter doesn't have much omo in it... just mainly explaining backstory, you may still read if you like.) The road was long and hard up the rocky path... The group of three traveled up a great mountain, basking in the clean, fresh air. Naniko walked in the front, Goken behind her, and Jiriyuu following. The winds grew stronger, and the sun shined on Naniko's hair, causing it to reflect back the light onto the two warriors' eyes. The reflecting stopped, however, when Naniko looked back at Goken and began speaking to him as they walked... "So, Goken... please tell me more about you," she spoke. Goken let out a smile, and said "Me? I've not much to tell about myself, only a mere Ronin." Jiriyuu rushed in front of Goken as he heard that, and gave off a rather quizzical look at him... "So... what do you have to get out of the way? Errands? Unfinished business? Or are you just looking for a good spot?" Jiriyuu asked. Goken looked back at his blue-haired companion(?) with a confused look. "What are you talking about?" Goken asked back. Jiriyuu's face became slightly more serious, but not by much. "Well... if you're a Ronin, that must mean you had a Damiyo at one point, right?" Jiriyuu continued. "Well yeah, he's been dead for about two years now... rest his soul." Goken replied. Jiriyuu came to a complete halt, causing Goken to bump into him. His face became one of shock. "Wait a sec... you mean to tell me that your master has been dead for TWO FUCKING YEARS and you haven't offed yourself yet?!*" Jiriyuu shouted angrily. "What do you mean? Goken asked confused, "I was going to do it when he died, but..." Goken's mouth was stalled by the look Jiriyuu had once again changed... this time... a horrifying, death-blowing, evil stare... just staring at Goken. Naniko looked at them worried, for she knew that an evil wind was blowing... and boy was she right, for Jiriyuu grabbed his sword, and before Goken could unsheathe his, Jiriyuu thrusted the back of his sheath onto Goken's jaw, causing him to fall to the dirt. He then grabbed Goken by the chest, placed him onto the rocky wall, and started beating him senselessly. "YOU DARE BREAK THE CODE OF BUSHIDO?! YOU DON'T EVEN DESERVE TO CALL YOURSELF A WARRIOR! YOU'RE NOTHING BUT A PEASANT WITH A STICK! GIVE ME ONE GOOD REASON WHY I SHOULDN'T KILL YOU!" Jiriyuu screamed at Goken in a fuming rage as he kept on with his blows. Naniko tried to stop Jiriyuu by yelling at him, but it did nothing, for Jiriyuu was too blinded by anger. Jiriyuu, with his fist hotter than Hell itself, threw Goken back onto the ground. He unsheathed his blade, making the sun's rays glimmer off it's edges, and pointed it back at Goken. "Leave now peasant, for if I EVER see your face again I will personally-" *SMACK* Jiriyuu's threat was interrupted by the sound of Naniko's palm swinging across his cheek. "Do NOT hurt him anymore!" Naniko shouted at Jiriyuu. Naniko once again rushed to Goken's aid, and assisted him up. "Please, I'm so sorry," The priestess told Goken, who's face was severely bloodied and bruised. "I don't understand what's gotten into him lately." Goken rested himself by the rocky wall, still catching his breath, while Naniko wiped off his blood. Jiriyuu only looked at him with his cheek glowing a bright red... he wasn't sure what to say, though I can assure you apologies were not what went through his head, only a burning hatred to Goken... a hatred he hoped he could dispel quickly... with a sword. "So..." Naniko spoke to Goken awkwardly as she cleaned his face, "How did your master die?" Goken took a deep breath and said "Well... ... ... like I said, it was two years ago... I remember being there when it happened. I remember having long walks with him. I'd always stay by his side protecting him... ...Funny thing though... that old guy believed he was a psychic." "Oh did he now?" Naniko replied. "Yup," Goken continued, "and here's the cool part... every prediction he's ever made has always been correct. Usually when he was out on business he'd go alone, but every time he's asked me to go with him, some crazy shit happens: Muggings, ambushes, even assassination attempts... as if he knew they would happen! He knew when trouble came, he knew when one would become wealthy, he knew when the crops would grow and die, Hell... he even knew the exact day when a child was to be born!" "Wow!" Naniko spoke astonished, "he sounds like an amazing person." "Yeah," Goken continuing his story, he even predicted... the day of his own death... He was laying in his bed, deathly ill... no medicine could cure him. I remember... I was going to take my own life right by his bed, for I failed to protect him... I stuck the tang of my blade into my abdomen when my master used the last of his strength to stop me. He actually wanted me not to take my own life, but rather keep it... he had made one last prediction to me..." "Keep on living, for I can assure you... there will be another one... another who needs your skills... another who needs you... ... ..." "And then he blew his last breath on me... so staying loyal to him, even in death, I followed his orders to stay alive." "... I'm so sorry for your loss," Naniko said with pity. "OH COME NOW MISTRESS!" Jiriyuu shouted in an agitated manner, "A psychic daimyo? Do you honestly believe in such fantasies? THIS MAN IS LYING!" "I am NOT!" Goken shouted back in oppression, "I even still have the scar from when my master died!" Goken then untied his robes, revealing a small, pink line on his abdomen. "Oh please, that could have been from anything!" Jiriyuu shouted back again, "Maybe you don't know how to use a sword, so you jus- "Jiriyuu, ENOUGH!" Naniko yelled angrily, "How about we just get back on track, shall we? After all, our destination isn't to far away from here." With that in mind, all three continued back up the mountain path... ("I hope we get their soon... I'm in urgent need to pee again.") Naniko thought to herself. End of Chapter 2 (*: for those who don't know... when a samurai lost their daimyo it was tradition that the samurai commit hari kari, and stay loyal to their master in death. Those who did not take their lives became Ronin, or a samurai with no master.)
  14. Do What You Love

    Hi there! Your friendly neighborhood DoctorDre1001 here, to spread the joy of a (maybe) good story! Now, unlike my other stories that I've posted on this site, I intend to finish this one. I already have three chapters written, and I like where it is going. Also, I tried something fun with this story: having two protagonists (complete madness). So, if you guys like it, I will continue. If not, I will slowely creep away into the abyss of sadness where I occasionally hide. Thanks for your time, and be sure to comment if you enjoy this wonderful piece of (garbage) fiction! ~Do What You Love~ The Prologue “’Do what you love, and you’ll never work a day in your life.’ I don’t know who said that, but I’ve heard it everywhere, on every shitty television sitcom you could possibly think of. As such, when I realized that I needed money to fund my my sprawling video game collection, junk food addiction, and very occasional girlfriend, I sought after a job that revolved around something I loved. However, upon inquiry into the job market, I found that video game programmers are usually out of college, that junk food isn’t an occupation, and that I couldn’t very well be a pimp. So I lowered my expectations, and as such, I decided to be a babysitter.” The woman merely stared at the boy. She wasn’t the prettiest woman out there, age clearly making its mark on her face, and especially her weight. She was tall and heavy, but the boy could tell how her husband had fallen in love with her: her eyes. Her eyes were like something out of a typical anime; they were big, round, and a bright shade of blue, the type that anyone could likely got lost in for years. Her eyes, coupled with her blonde wavy hair, made the boy think that she had probably been much sought after in her youth, however, her beauty didn’t go well with age. She was comely alright, but her drawn out face and large body made her much less desirable than she had probably been when she was younger. “Did I mention that I live down the street, so I can be here quickly in case of an emergency?” continued the boy, trying to ease the apparent tension. Suddenly, the woman laughed. “Of course you can babysit Maggi, I’ve known you since you were what, three?” the woman laughed to herself, continuing “However, you’re going to have to watch that god forsaken mouth of yours if you want to babysit my kid, I won’t have you cursing in this house.” As both parties arose to shake hands, the boy realized that he was now employed, the first step of many in becoming a respectable adult in society. He shook hands with the woman, still smiling, and made for home. “Wow, my first step into adulthood,” he murmured, to no one in particular, “I’m almost a man grown.” *** The girl ran. This wasn’t the normal type of running. It was the type of running where if you stopped; you knew you were a goner. She sprinted as hard as she could, not daring to stop for even a second, and not caring who saw her sweat through her clothing. And so she ran, with her blonde hair fluttering madly as she did so, occasionally covering her larger-than-average blue eyes. She merely pushed her hair to the side, and continued running, all the way to her home. She turned into her neighborhood, still sprinting madly, trampling over grass and sidewalk as she went. Her heart beating madly, due to both her nerves and the amount of exercise she was getting, she noticed everything that was going on around. Most of the houses still had their lights on, meaning that she could easily be spotted by any of her neighbors. However, she weighed the options in her head, and decided that it would be much easier to explain to her neighbors why she was running, than to explain to her father why she was at the drug store. Just then, she noticed one of her neighbors, apparently out for a walk. She couldn’t tell who it was, due to the darkness of the night, coupled with the fact that the streetlights hadn’t begun to turn on yet. She ran right by the person, not daring to look at who is was, not willing to risk questioning, or even worse, wasting any time. When she approached her home, she slipped into her backyard, and quickly jumped into the window that she’d left ajar before she left, landing in the middle of her room. Surrounded by her pink wallpaper, and childish room decorations, she couldn’t have felt more childish. Then she realized how sweaty she actually was, and a wave of embarrassment hit her. “Why did I run away?” she thought to herself, “I shouldn’t be so afraid of my dad. Besides, it’s time I told them the truth anyway.” Just then, she heard her father return home, greeted by the news that her mother had hired a new babysitter for Maggi. Hearing her father return, the girl’s bravery slipped away, and she decided that being childish wasn’t the worst thing ever. Well there you go (for now)! I hoped you enjoyed. If you did, a comment would be wonderful. If not, well... I tried! Oh, and sorry there was no wetting and whatnot in that chapter. It's the gosh darn prologue people, not the place for wetting!
  15. I finally started to start one of these, but because I have to many RP's to just start one of each, I decided to one for ALL of RP's. So, if you have any questions, ideas, opinions, pointers, are reviews on ANY of the work I have done, or if he thought one of them should have ended differently, put it here. Thanks. Also, I will also be putting anything new info on me starting something new with someone else
  16. Perfectly Imperfect

    “I’ll have a margarita, hold the salt, and she’ll have a white wine spritzer.” “Very good, sir.” The surprisingly uptight seeming waiter nodded and stiffly exited with drink order in hand. Ross knew Rachel’s drink of choice well, and he wanted her to feel at ease, because he had a few things to discuss that he knew she was going to have trouble understanding. No matter how hard you work to keep a secret from a group of friends as close as this one, you’re fighting a losing battle, and this battle was already lost. Joey, wracked with guilt over his role in Rachel’s little bedtime debacle, had come to his office at NYU and made a full confession. He was now sporting a bruise on his knuckle from swinging wildly at Joey and hitting the door to his office. And worse, he now had the unenviable task of getting Rachel to cheer up without telling her too much about his own feelings. After all, the two of them had been through enough over the last five years to fill a dozen seasons of soap opera scripts and he didn’t want to add another layer of confusion. It had been a last minute invitation he’d offered her over the phone and she’d told him she wouldn’t make it right away with all the work she had piling up at Ralph Loren, but he could get started without her and she’d join him a bit late. While he sat waiting, he conjured memories of his days at Lincoln High. He often went back to this time in his life when he was feeling particularly nostalgic about his complicated relationship with Rachel. Back then, typing classes were a staple of ninth and tenth grade study hall periods – they learned on typewriters bolted to metal desks by completing “lines” without making mistakes as fast as they could. Every class, the person who got the highest correct word count from the previous week’s lesson would be handed a hall pass and given the afternoon off. Ross and his friend Will used to use these classes as excuses to pass notes and arrange for meetings of the “I Hate Rachel” club, so they never managed to earn parole from the keyboard. But when Will wasn’t looking, Ross had fond memories of watching Rachel do battle with the arcane typing apparatus in a desperate effort to learn a skill she was never truly well-suited to mastering, especially not with two inch press-on nails and a ridiculous assortment of rings and bracelets getting in the way. This was Ross’s first exposure to the girl who would soon become Lincoln High’s “queen bee” and head cheerleader. It was here that Rachel took on Monica as a sort of reclamation project. It was here where Rachel first earned her reputation as possessing a ‘teeny weenie” (courtesy of Will). And it was here where Ross got his first evidence that Rachel had a quirk of biology that made her seem, somehow, more attainable and less plastic to him than the other members of the “in crowd” at Lincoln. The interminable 95 minute study hall period always concluded the Monday afternoon class schedule and proved to be an enormous challenge for Rachel’s small bladder. In fact, on one occasion, Ross was certain he caught sight of a wet spot on the inside of her thighs just before her skirt fell into place covering her leggings, but she scurried out of the room at the sound of the closing bell, so he was never able to confirm it. This little vulnerability of hers had been the source of many wet dreams and many hours spent concealing inappropriately active pieces of male anatomy on Mondays for young Ross. He’d heard through the grapevine that some of the cheerleaders were caught peeing behind the bleachers during football games and had suddenly become a huge Bobcats football fan, claiming that his interest had gone way back to his days of playing the “Geller-bowl” with Monica, but secretly watching Rachel for signs of desperation at every home game. On one occasion, he was almost completely certain he saw her spraying the grass while fumbling with her shoelaces in an awkward crouch, surrounded by cheer squad teammates; and later that same evening, when she walked off the field and disappeared behind the bleachers, he almost trampled a couple of freshmen in his way as he stumbled clumsily down to see what she was doing. Alas, by the time he got to field level, she was already jogging back to the sidelines, but he could swear he caught the scent of freshly laid urine in the grass. He had told Will about it – in an offhand sort of way, to see whether he was as weird as he feared he might be for obsessing over something like this, but Will only seized upon the story as an opportunity for a little ruthless rumor-mongering. Sure enough, within a few days, it was all over Lincoln that Rachel Greene, cheer-squad co-captain and homecoming queen, was a bed-wetter – an unfair extrapolation, to be sure, but most rumors are. And this one had the misfortune of being true, as Ross later discovered, when he caught sight of her crying and bolting into the girls’ room outside the gym after spotting a poster Will had obviously put together to commemorate the rumor. Looking back on it now, Ross could only see the sweet, vulnerable young woman Rachel had proved to be when she came to city to escape her marriage to Barry Farber. Spoiled by privilege, perhaps, but always with a heart of gold and a generosity that only needed the slightest coaxing to come forward in the service of her friends, Rachel was hardly the enemy that Will and Ross imagined even as Ross harbored feelings for her that he couldn’t understand or express. And it all started with typing class and a girl with a fragile bladder. “Hey! Sorry I’m a little late, but it looks like the wine hasn’t even been poured yet, so I think I did pretty well!” There she was, sitting down across from him, smiling brightly. She was in a good mood this evening. “Damn,” Ross whispered. This was going to be harder than he thought. “What?” she asked. “You have a funny look on your face. Ross, is something wrong?” “Hm? No…no…not exactly. How’ve you been doing lately? How’s Phoebe treating you?” Rachel stared back blankly for a second, as though trying to determine if this was just small talk or if his question had a directed purpose. “Rach?” “Sorry. Phoebe is…well…it’s Phoebe, what can I say? Living with her is an adventure!” She said this as happily as she dared without sounding too over the top. “But something is obviously bothering you…what’s going on?” Ross took a moment to decide what to say next, and then, what did come out of his mouth was even more deliberate and precise than usual for him. “Joey told me what happened, Rachel. Are you OK?” “Ross, what are you talking about?” She looked like she’d seen a ghost. The color drained from her cheeks in a flash. “It’s OK, Rach…Joey came by my office today. Seems he was feeling guilty for his part in Phoebe’s little prank and wanted to get it off his chest. He made me promise not to tell anyone, but I wanted you to know…you don’t ever have to worry about that with me.” He put his hands on the table and offered one to her, but she didn’t take it. She scanned him carefully, trying to decide exactly how much he knew about the outcome of the prank, and what he meant by his last words. Then she noticed his blackened thumb knuckles. Ross never did know how to punch properly – he always seemed to hurt his thumb in the process. “What happened?!” she gasped. “Ross, is Joey OK?” “He’s fine. But rest assured, he got the message. As did my office door, so you have nothing to fear from that two-faced wooden bastard.” Rachel involuntarily giggled – Ross always did know how to get her to relax. As she once recalled telling Monica, he could be very smooth. Of course, he was also the guy with the severely bruised thumb knuckle. She laughed again after catching sight of the wound a second time and Ross nodded and put his hands back on his lap. “So…are you OK?” “Just don’t tell anyone else…I’d rather not have this sort of thing be common knowledge.” “We’ll get her back…she messed with the wrong roommate.” “Ross…no…it’s over. If you try anything now, she’ll think that I told you about it and assume we’re in cahoots. It’ll get out of control…just drop it. The less said about it, the better.” Ross shook his head. He never did like accepting defeat, even on behalf of a friend who seemed to have adjusted to it. He always had to be right. “Rach…Phoebe isn’t the kind of girl who backs off just because she thinks she’s made some point. Don’t get me wrong…I love her to death, but she’s kind of a bad winner…especially when she’s had something to drink. Trust me…if we don’t get something on her, it’ll come up again. You know how bad she is at keeping secrets!” “Oh no no no…this is one secret she’ll want to keep. As long as I stay quiet and let up on the jokes at her expense, she’ll play ball.” Rachel approached this conversation with surprising calm, but her face was turning red and Ross thought he caught a glimpse of genuine fear in her eyes behind the forced smile she offered him. She fidgeted awkwardly in her seat and then looked over her shoulders in both directions. “Can we just drop this? It’s bad enough that it happened again, I’d rather not relive it.” “An interesting turn of phrase,” Ross thought to himself. With a sigh, he decided that he’d better not push her too much more right at this moment. “OK. I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to make you feel embarrassed. You have nothing to be embarrassed about – they’re the ones who were out of line. But let’s change the subject.” “Thank you.” “So what are you in the mood for? I hear the chicken’s good here.” “No…thank you. For what you said. For what you…tried to do.” “Forget about it. You’re Rachel…you can always count on me.” ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The meal was winding down and Ross was flagging down the waiter some two hours later when Rachel, still laughing from Ross’s ridiculous impersonation of Michael Dukakis, excused herself to head for the ladies room and Ross watched her hastily swim her way through the crowd. The night was almost over and something inside him burned to say something more about her little misadventure with Phoebe. He would have to be very delicate in the way he phased it, but he needed to clarify how he felt about all of this. There was just something in the way she’d looked at him when this subject came up that tugged at his heart – some unspoken fear in her eyes that gnawed at him. “Your check, sir,” came the stiff voice of the waiter. “I trust everything was to your liking.” Ross didn’t answer, except to weakly nod, barely acknowledging the presence of the waiter. “Very good, sir.” After he’d extracted a credit card from his wallet and handed the check back to the waiter, Ross was again alone with his thoughts. He knew Rachel’s bladder issues were bothering her more than she was willing to admit. He had to say something – something to prove to her that it wasn’t worth feeling so ashamed over such a small problem. But what could he say without risking her finding out that he was actually turned on by the thought of her losing control? “You know, Rachel; there are plenty of people out there who would find your small bladder endearing.” No. Too obvious. “Just so you know, Rachel; I’ve known about your small bladder since high school, and it didn’t stop me from falling for you.” No. Too negative sounding. Ross had seen how such a tactic worked with Rachel when he had composed a list of reasons not to be with her four years ago. Every other combination he tried had some flaw in it. He’d about given up on the idea of pressing the issue any further by the time Rachel returned from the bathroom. They were all paid up and Ross was signing the receipt by the time she reached the table. “Thanks for dinner, Ross. I really needed a nice night out with a friend.” “It was my pleasure.” He retrieved her coat and draped it over her shoulders so she could climb into it. “Come on…it’s not too cold tonight, let’s walk.” Rachel nodded and they stepped out into the night air. The streets were still fairly busy until they’d gotten as far as Central Park West, and then the crowds thinned. Their walk toward the village became a lengthy, moonlit stroll as the evening grew cooler and frost began forming on the grass along the edge of the park. For a while they walked in silence, both content to enjoy the scenery and the company of a friend. To Ross’s surprise, Rachel was the one to break through the quiet. “Ross, can I ask you a question?” The words were innocuous enough, but the sound of fear and emotion catching in her throat was unmistakable. Ross’s heart skipped a beat. “Always.” He heard her swallow hard and take a deep breath, as if to steady her nerves. “You had a thing for me all the way back in high school. Did you…I mean were you…” She sighed heavily – the words were stubbornly refusing to form, but Ross thought he knew what she was getting at. He stopped her with a firm grip on her shoulders and looked directly into her eyes, now glassy with a hint of new tears. “Come here, Rach,” he uttered softly. He pulled her into a hug and, out of force of habit, ran a hand through her hair. To his surprise, she was trembling a little, fighting to control her emotions. “It’s OK, Rach. You never had to be perfect to be wonderful.” The trembles became full body shakes as Rachel dissolved into open sobbing. They stayed there, in that embrace, for what seemed like an eternity, before Rachel put a hand on Ross’s shoulder and backed away enough to look him in the eye again. “That may be the nicest thing anyone has ever said to me.” She wiped her eyes dry and took another deep breath to steady herself before resuming her slow walk toward her apartment, Ross following closely behind her. “To answer your question; we all knew you had trouble with your bladder. And we all still looked up to you. It wasn’t even an issue, Rach.” “Well it was to me. You don’t know what it’s like to be the center of attention, Ross. Wherever I went, someone was always watching. You can’t imagine how exhausting it is to be that person sixteen hours a day…to never make mistakes…to never give them a reason to turn on you.” “You’re right…I can’t imagine that. I was just a band geek with geology posters on his locker door.” “Oh, and it didn’t end in high school for me. In college, I was the head of my sorority…and the fashion industry is full of people like me. Sometimes, I almost wish I could blend in the way you do.” “Hey!” “What?” “I’m not THAT ordinary, am I?” She turned and took his hand and he smiled sheepishly at her. “Ross, Ross, Ross…you are anything but normal.” He blinked at her, unsure of whether to take that as a compliment or a joke. “OK…that sounded better in my head.” He smirked and kissed her on the forehead. “I got the message.” They meandered southward and eventually came upon the village. As they got closer to home, Ross felt an urge and blurted something out without even thinking about it. “You know, Rach, I don’t think I’d have noticed you in high school if you hadn’t been unique in some way.” “What? Everyone noticed me…I was cheer squad co-captain, homecoming queen, yearbook photographer! I was everywhere, man!” She wasn’t annoyed by his comment. In fact she seemed to be in a good mood now that she’d gotten some things off her chest. “Not to burst your bubble, but not everyone goes for the homecoming queen. To me, you were the innocent, adorable girl who couldn’t type to save her life, made friends with the fattest girl in school just to be nice and had a bladder the size of a thimble.” “So…let me see if I understand you correctly here. You actually LIKED that I…erm…had problems with…that?” “I guess so…it was one of the first things I noticed about you.” “But…why?” She’d stopped dead in her tracks and was looking deeply confused, even a little suspicious. Ross turned, saw the look on her face, and panicked. He’d gone further out on a limb than he realized – it was as if the truth had crawled out of his heart and left a hole there on its way to Rachel’s ear. “Forget it…it’s not a big deal. My point was that I saw the real person, not some perfect high school mannequin.” He stiffly turned back toward home and walked away a few steps before he realized that Rachel wasn’t following. She was still frozen in place and staring at him. The suspicion was thankfully gone, but replaced by a hint of shock. “Oh my God,” she whispered. “Rach…” It was Ross’s turn to be terrified now. “Oh my God,” she said much louder. “The football games…is that why you suddenly started coming to the football games?” Ross desperately scrambled for the right words to say in reply, but nothing came. He turned blood red and sank to a seated posture on the curb for lack of strength in his knees. “Ross?” “It wasn’t just that,” he said quietly. “But it was you.” “And that had something to do with it? Ross, I don’t understand…how could that be something attractive? Help me out here…” She sat down next to him, suddenly not caring that her dress might get a little dirty. For a few minutes, he said nothing at all – only looking down at his leather dress shoes to studiously avoid her gaze. As if sensing that he needed it, Rachel put a hand on his far shoulder and rested her head on the close one. “I don’t know, Rach. I don’t know why I noticed that – I definitely didn’t understand it back then. It was like instinct.” “I can’t believe you’d tell me that.” “I’m sorry…I shouldn’t have said anything.” She immediately tightened her grip on him and leaned her head closer to his ear. “No, Ross…don’t be sorry. I don’t know what to do with this, but I’ll be OK. I’m just amazed you’d take such a risk with me.” “One thing you’ve got to know about me, Rachel. If I think it’ll make you happy, I’ll never be afraid to make a fool of myself for you. I mean…it’s you.” The night deepened around them and the moon disappeared out of sight beyond the towering buildings that surrounded them. In the glow of the streetlight, they remained as though lost in time.
  17. Yo, Omo-G, this one's for you! Hope ya like it! :D On a very hot day, Anne was finally able to enjoy the waves after the beach had closed for more than two weeks. She was showing off in her sexy black swimsuit that completely covered her body (though people could partially see her butt crack). As she savors the moment, she takes a deep breath and runs at full speed straight towards the water. She liked to swim at very deep levels, usually up to seventeen feet. Today, she aims for twenty-five feet. "I wonder what I could find under here," she said as she searches the sea floor in hope to find something good, like a shell or some pearls (or even rare jewels). Luckily, she finds a shiny black conch shell. The first thing she notices about it, though, was the fact it matched her swimsuit perfectly. She takes the conch and stuffs it in her chest, then looked for more treasure. As she swims around, she thinks back to what she had for breakfast this morning; two bowlfuls of rice cereal, three oranges, a lot of orange juice, and two Pop Tarts. She even recalls having the leftover pizza from the other night. She wondered what would be for dinner today when all of a sudden: *BUMP* Anne groaned as she bumped her head against another person's head. It actually turned out that they both ran into each other. Anne rubbed her head and suddenly saw several bubbles escape her mouth. Running out of air, she rushes back to the surface to catch her breath. But before she could make it, she felt a strong hand grab her leg. Fortunately, she breaks free and makes it to the surface before she lost all of her air and drowned. She was practically at that verge, too; when she got to the surface, she hacked and coughed as she spits up the water that had entered her lungs. After she was finally able to breathe well, she dives back underwater and chases the person that tried to drown her. The chase had led them halfway back to the beach, and Anne was ready to beat the living crap out of the mysterious person. She eventually caught him, turned him around, and held him by his neck. If there were two reasons why she suddenly stopped, it were because she recognized his face, and that her bladder had suddenly filled up. It was her boyfriend Calvin. Though she was the very nice girl type, she couldn't forgive him for trying a stunt like that. She takes him to the surface and first lands a big slap onto his face, leaving a big red mark oh his cheek. "What the hell was that for?!" Calvin shouted. "For grabbing me knowing that I was about to drown!" Anne snapped, gasping for breath. "But I was trying to get your attention--" "'Get my attention'!? You could have killed me, you bastard!" Anne, in a quite furious rage, swims off to the shore, in an attempt to resist kicking Calvin where the sun doesn't shine. But she comes back into the water in an attempt to empty her full bladder into the water, before being told to leave the beach as it was just closing for the day. She grabbed her towel and walked towards her house, but stopped halfway to look for someplace to use as a pit stop. She could feel that her bladder is going to burst soon. "I sure hope there's a bush somewhere," Anne said, desperately trying to hold in her hot liquids. She finds a big bush in front of a small house which actually looked to be vacant. She walks towards it, but every step she took, a drop of her hot liquids had escaped from her bladder into her swimsuit. Because the swimsuit was pitch black, it would actually be hard for anyone to see any stains, not to mention that she had just came from the water at the beach, so she was already wet. Her only concern is that someone would see the stream if she releases it too soon. Sadly for her, she had only two options: wet herself in plain sight and embarrass herself, or slide her swimsuit to the side and just go and risk getting arrested for indecent exposure (her "goods" would be in plain sight). She almost wanted to go for option 1, but she could feel that someone was approaching her from behind. She thought it was Calvin again, but she knew that his house was closer to the beach. She looked in case it wasn't, and continued to creep towards the big bush when all of a sudden, she feels something touch her hip. Scared, she made a break for it, but tripped on a hole in the sidewalk and fell flat on her stomach on the concrete driveway. At that point, her bladder had let completely loose as it formed a puddle between her legs and part of her stomach and thighs. Though she was able to stop it halfway, she felt embarrassed that she wet herself in front of her house, not to mention that she discovered wounds on her legs, her thighs, her shoulders, and part of her face. What was worse, it wasn't anyone at all; it was just a leaf falling from a tree. Devastated, she limps to the front door crying, just as Calvin was showing up, who was shocked to see her walk around with open wounds all over her body. "Don't look at me!" Anne snapped, embarrassed to the point that she didn't even want Calvin to see her like this. But she apologizes afterwards. "Sorry..." In a heartbeat, Calvin gets a first aid kit, takes her to the bathroom, and puts bandages on Anne's wounds (after cleaning them, of course). Then he could smell the wet patch on her swimsuit. He runs his hand against it and sniffs it. It was definitely her urine. Anne began to feel aroused as she spurts out a big drop into her swimsuit, darkening them some more. She then picks him up and kisses him deeply. As she kisses him deeper and more passionately, she gently runs his hand against her privates. Feeling more aroused, she slipped his hand inside the swimsuit and ran it directly against her privates. Calvin could tell that she was aroused by how deeply she was kissing him and how she was rubbing herself with his hand. Eventually, she felt so aroused that she sprayed what was left of her bladder onto his hand as well as into the swimsuit. She almost wanted to reach her hand down his pants, but she had a better idea in mind. She took him into her bedroom and sat him onto her bed. She then started to rub her privates against his leg. "I love you," Anne whispered into Calvin's ear as she took his other hand and placed it on one of her breasts, and suddenly remembered that she was carrying a conch in it. But then the realized that she has the most important treasure in her life right here.